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July 31, 2007 in enough about me, let's talk about me

Well, in my dreams, anyway. Cuppa Joe Powell did this neat lil meme that I wanted to participate in, so here it is:

Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.” I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to
pick the questions. If you don’t have a valid email address on your blog, please provide one. You
will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions. You will include this
explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to
be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
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Now then –

1 — You recently mentioned a fear of wooden spoons. So ‘fess up. Why are you fearful of them?

It all, actually, started when I was about 4 years old. We used to go to the Dairy Queen all the time and I’d get Dilly Bars. St. Mark told me he couldn’t bear popsicle sticks because he once bit into one and it set his teeth on edge. Ever since then, he couldn’t even stand to touch them.

Well, of course, I bit into a popsicle stick not long after that and found out what he was talking about. Biting into a popsicle stick is horrible. And then I was afflicted like St. Mark, unable to touch popsicle sticks.

But it got worse, because ANY type of wood like popsicle stick wood bugs me like that. Wooden spoons are made of just that kind of wood. Actually, they are worse than popsicle sticks, because you can leave the paper on and not have to touch the stick. You can wrap a towel around the wooden spoon, but you might drag the towel over the flame and set yourself on fire or something.

Me, I just buy plastic wooden spoons and look tacky. I don’t give a shit. But where the fear part comes in is, I get afraid I’m going to go to someone’s house and they’re going to hand me a wooden spoon, or have that as the spoon in the dish, or *something* and I’m going to have to explain to people why I can’t touch wooden spoons. And it looks silly.

So, that’s why I am afraid of wooden spoons. I even sometimes dream about them. It’s horrible.

2 — If you could pick a travel destination, anywhere in the world, with no worries about how it’s
paid for – what would your top 3 choices be?

That’s an easy question, since one of my fave things to think about is when I’m going to get to blow this pop stand and do some traveling.

The first place I would go would be Japan. I love a lot of Japanes culture stuff- yes, bitches, I love anime, but I also dig bento boxes and amigurumi and all that other fun shit. I’d have to take a crapload of money for shopping, though. I hear Tokyo is THE most expensive city in the world to visit.

The next place I’d go is India. I’d like to see all that old and new together and I hear it’s pretty cheap, and I like saving money, so there ya go. Oh, and I dig Indian food. And Indians always seem to dig me, so I’d love to go somewhere where I’m apparently a goddess.

Finally- this is where it gets kinda hard because there are SO many places I’d like to go- but I think I would actually choose somewhere I’ve been before- North Topsail Island in North Carolina. The Cape Fear area. Dudes, let me tell you, I had the most relaxing time and my best pal Leniecia lives there. I’d chill in an awesome house on the beach and just spend all day on the beach, in the water, relaxing, talking to Leniecia, drinking, partying, having a good time. I’d catch up on TV, too. I’m terrible at relaxing, but I’m trying to put it in my life somewhere.

3 — What is your favorite book?

This is definitely the hardest question you asked. There are so many books I truly love. I like to curl myself up in their world and just forget all the drama in my life. Natch, I love books that are high on drama, so I can easily say my favorite book is NOT The Care And Feeding Of Your Damn Aquarium or some shit like that.

I guess I would have to go with No Touch Monkey by Ayun Halliday. It has one of my fave things to think about- traveling- AND a lot of drama. And a crapload of funny stuff, which anyone that has ever hung out with me knows how much I love to laugh.

4 — I see by your pedicure picture that you have a tattoo on one foot — what is it/why did ya
pick it and do you have others? (Tattoos, not feet, duh.)

The tattoo on my foot was originally just a star, but the way I had it colored in, it looks like a starfish. So people would keep going, “Oh, look, you have a starfish on your foot.” I’d tell ‘em, “No, it’s just a star”, but eventually I decided, fuck it. Yes, it’s a cool starfish. I just love those motherfucking starfish.

I also have the kanji lettering on my chest that I think every single person in the Nashville blogosphere has seen. I got this tattoo with the intent of telling a different story every time someone asked me what it meant. And I bet nobody has heard the same story twice, haha. See? This is a totally different story than everybody else has heard.

I have a sun on my right ankle, and the moon on my right ankle. The sun represents my oldest son. It was actually drawn by a dude that is now a comic book artist. Nifty.

Finally, I have an ace of spades on the top of my left thigh. It’s because I’m a card playing motherfucker, motherfucker.

5 — What’s the first thing you notice about a man (whether you know them or not)?

Man, I wanna know if dude can hold a decent conversation. I like people that like to talk. That goes for men and women, really, but conversation is definitely key.

Physically, that’s another story entirely. I have 3 main things I really go for in a guy- I like old guys. I know, weird. I also like guys that are either shorter than 5′8, or guys that are  taller than 6′3. I used to date a guy that Leniecia called my “mini-me”. He looked not a thing like me, but he had the mini part down. I thought that was super hot.

The other thing, and this is something I really, really go for- is I love geeks. The only problem with geeks is, sometimes they cannot hold a conversation for shit. So geeks that can’t hold a conversation are right the hell out the door.

So that’s what I’m looking at, when I first meet a guy: Can you hold a conversation? Are you old? Are you either very short or very tall?  Are you a geek? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that could hit all 4. But if you can hit one of the 4, we can be pals, ha.

So, there it is, now comment and be an interviewee, dammit!