Okay, like Ginger Sister, I guess it takes a couple of tags before I'll get off my butt to do one of these meme things. Now to curse you all with further information about me (if you need an eye scrape afterwards, talk to Robbbie). Just be happy I'm writing this with my pants on:
1.) Like Hurricane Hetta, I don't like to wear pants. I really don't. But it's not like I like to wear skirts. I just like to be pantsless, pretty much all the time. Unfortunately, I'm volunteering with the RCMP and there's a rule you can't embarass them in public, plus I think my work place would kick me out and I like money.
It's gotten to the point where I'm planning a PantslessCon with some friends. Others would prefer to wear pants; I've graciously allowed them to wear skirts. But this whole pantsless thing is probably why I'm dragging my ass about moving in with my family. I've gotten so used to living by myself; I'm used to running out of the bathroom bare ass naked (YOUR EYES! YOUR EYES! Hah!) or just wandering around, playing the computer or watching movies with no pants on.
I will not be able to be pantsless with my family. ::sigh::
2.) I know it's hard to tell because I'm so shy and retiring (What? I am! Wait until you meet me in real life!) but I've wanted to rule the world since I was basically 8. I'm still trying to figure out the best and most bloodless way to do it (have you tried getting blood out of cotton? Do you know how hard it is?).
Maybe I'll just take over all media first and then just appoint myself Empress of the World, dangle Paris Hilton over a shark tank and tell everyone that if they don't acknowledge me as their rightful leader, I'll let release her go back in to the public.
Oh, I play hard ball, believe you me.
3.) I also wanted to become an accountant when I was in high school. No idea where that ambition went to but you can't believe how I almost did a cartwheel when I heard about forensic accounting. Dudes, can you think of something better to do during your day then nailing some rich bastard's ass to the wall after he's stolen a bunch of old people's money? Do you know how many of these guys get to walk after taking people's lives away? Way too many and it's because law enforcement wasn't ready.
And imagine how evil my giggle would be each and every fucking time I get to nail one of these guys to the wall. I love my evil giggle.
4.) When I was 12, I was a HUGE New Kids on the Block fan (NKOTB my ASS!).
And don't mock; the shame still follows me to this day but damn, the music was so catchy!
5.) Half the bad things that happen to me, I tend to blame on my unknown evil twin sister. I swear, there has to be one out there! How else do you explain not having a real date in this millennium?!
Okay, so maybe emasculating every man near me doesn't help either but damn you, bostbwarf! You're ruining my life!
6.) I went through a phase where I really liked, what was termed, "New Country." And then whatstheirnames went and did a duet with Alabama and my love died. If I freaking wanted to listen to pop music, I WOULD LISTEN TO POP MUSIC. I still love Johnny Cash and Alison Krauss but I just can't stand some of the pap that country fans will willingly plop money down for. Just because the song proclaims love for family, the country or Jesus, DOES NOT MAKE IT A GOOD SONG.
Seriously, it's like Christian music folk, willing to buy anything within "their" genre and not demanding that those artists actually make GOOD music. Demand more from people, for god's sake!
7.) I love trade shows. I love asking people weird random questions that actually pertain to what their industry is and I love watching them scramble to ask my question. I'm smart, I read and I WILL use it to my advantage in order to make you uncomfortable.
Seriously, I need to get a microphone so I can tape myself. I have the most evil giggle.
8.) I'm old enough to still say "record" (reh-cord, vs reee-cord) when an artist releases music, like, "Oh, so Queens of the Stone Age have a new record out?"
It's not even like I'm a vinyl freak (oooh, that could be misconstrued. I mean that I don't enjoy leather face masks. Haha! Kidding, of course I do!) though I've heard and read studies that vinyl actually lasts longer than most other music mediums. It's rather interesting. I wonder if I should start investing in a record player and find an actual record store.
But then I'd have to start smoking pot, paint my bedroom black and have meaningful conversations with my potted plants about how The Man is oppressing the rice crops.
Since I already do that, what's the point?
… yes, I'm joking. Especially if you're an RCMP investigator. Give me my security clearance!