Hey, this looks like fun. (This is me, hijacking a bandwagon... from my dear Monkey from Mars Mallory.)

What is your favorite word?

I like a lot of words than end in -ate for some reason. Spiflicate. Defenestrate. Hang on, don't I have a list of these in my personal section?

What is your least favorite word?

I'm not very fond of that four-letter C-word. I don't care what its noble origins are, it's been thwarted by society and I don't like it. I won't say it. I will glare and sneer at anyone who does.

What turns you on?

Good question. I'm really not sure. Gentleness, I think. Tenderness. Romance. Which seems odd from a little cynical bitch like me.

What turns you off?

Insisting. Hurry. Uniformity. Not feeling like I'm anything special.

What sound do you love?

Hearing A's voice on my machine saying he loves me. Makes me melt every time. On a more mundane note, that final buzzer at netball has a certain sweet ring to it...

What sound do you hate?

My alarm clock has to be right up the top of that list. The sound of the Y key getting stuck on my typewriter. Fingernails on a chalkboard (it's an oldie, but a goodie).

What is your favorite curse word?

The less well-known ones. This week I'm favouring fuck-knuckle. I'm a big fan of J²'s "fascist pigfuckers" (patent pending). And the always appropriate "Jesus fuck!"

What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?

What, other than student? No, I'll assume that means other than what I want, which is to be a writer. I don't know... I'd sort of like to work a bar. You know, Tom Cruise Cocktail style? Of course, to do it properly I'd have to go back and live in the 80s and have bad fashion sense (ooops, tautology), so maybe I'll give that one a miss.

What profession would you not like to participate in?

Nursing. Teaching. Air hostessering (or whatever it's called in today's PC world). Anything in which I have to clean up other peoples' vomit. No way.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

You're the last person I expected to see here, Diana... No, actually, I don't want him to say anything. I don't want there to be a Heaven like that. Having slogged through this life, I don't intend to live through eternity as well, thank you very much. If I'm having a chinwag with God at the Pearly Gates, I'll be doing the talking and it will go along the lines of: "I want my money back."