Drunk, hating Delta, wishing I had my swimsuit. But at least I have free wireless. DeAnn says I have to do this, and since I haven't posted in a while, I will.
Three names you go by: Chrissy J You
Three screennames you have: nelsonj3 pugnaciousspirit scurvsgrl
Three things you like about yourself: Humor Optimism Taste
Three things you hate/dislike about yourself: Optimism Lack of patience Vulnerability
Three parts of your heritage: Danish French German
Three things that scare you: Alzheimer's Death George W. Bush
Three of your everyday essentials: Coffee Music My brother
Three things you are wearing right now: Bangs Jeans Scarf
Three of your favorite bands/artists (at the moment): Arcade Fire The Delgados Earlimart
Three of your favorite songs at present: "A.M. 180" -- Grandaddy "Drop It Like It's Hot" -- Snoop Dogg "Jet Boy, Jet Girl" -- The Damned
Three new things you want to try in the next 12 months: Eastern Europe French Trust
Three things you want in a relationship (love is a given): Admiration Inspiration Loyalty
Two truths and a lie: I am hungry. I am tired. I am tired of being hungry.
Three physical things about the opposite sex (or same) that appeal to you: Attitude Hair Jeans
Three things you just cant do: Drink goat's milk and blood Keep my mouth shut Swallow
Three of your favorite hobbies: Sleeping Talking Walking
Three things you want to do really badly right now: Go swimming in Norway Talk to XXX Write hate mail to Delta Airlines and P.F. Changs
Three careers youre considering: Criticism Lush Writer (a.k.a. The Life of Henry Miller)
Three places you want to go on vacation: Estonia Hungary Tahiti
Three kids' names: Chrissy J You
(Like DeAnn, I don't get this question.)
Three things you want to do before you die: Learn to belly dance Live abroad Swim with a humpback whale
Three people who have to take this quiz now: Cory Kehoe MOR
I didn't notice this yesterday, perhaps because I worked all day and by the time I got home my brother had gone to work, but I saw it this morning, right there in broad daylight. Is it a curious trace of chocolate milk, I wondered. It can't be a lip rug! Could it? He wouldn't do that ... would he? That's when things got messy.
I begged, pleaded, "Brother, please do not grow a mustache!"
"Too late," he said with a smug grin.
"You can't," I argued. "They'll tear you to pieces."
I then told him about C, a sexy friend of mine who, to the horror of ladies everywhere, grew a stache two winters ago. But it wasn't just girls who complained, his buddies did too. Some, actually one in particular, had the nerve to tell him how sleazy it looked. But the rest just trashed him behind his back, and reminised about the old days, when he was still hot.
He got the hint, but not Brother, henceforth to be known as Baby Stache.
Mustaches look good on three people: Dwight Evans, Peter Janelle and Tom Selleck. Do you see your name there Baby Stache? Do you?