From Mallory
Spell your name backwards. snave eisle anaid. Some sort of weird French?
Where do you live? Wherever? Where I happen to be. My parents' house in Gladstone, my room in college... I need very little space in the physical world because I truly live inside my head.
Describe yourself in three words. Hungry, hungry hippo. OK, being more serious: Silly, creative, real.
Who is your worst enemy? Actionman! He is the archnemesis of Apathy Girl! (What sort of stupid question is that? I have no enemies. I have people who piss me off, but no one I'd gratify or dignify with the title 'enemy'.)
If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be? A ferret! I want a ferret! (Cat or cats, actually.)
Have you ever used a spork? Um... yes, all the time. They're useful. Nards calls 'em 'cat fork spoons'.
Do you even know what a spork is? Yes. It's a cat fork spoon.
What is the latest you've ever stayed up? What time is it now...? (Um... define stayed up. I've gone 48 hours without sleeping in a bed. I've gone until midday with no sleep.)
Ever been to Belgium? Why would I want to do that?
What's your favorite coin? The chocolate kind.
Wallet. I searched long and hard to find one which was 'masculine' (ie: folds in half) but that also had the coins and notes going in the same way. Can't I just wear pants with pockets for the change?
Hairbrush. I use my fingers. No, really, I do.
Toothbrush. Whatever came to hand. For months I used one I'd filched off the Male when I forgot mine.
Jewelry worn daily. Not really. I wear a watch, and sleepers in my ears. I constantly consider a ring, but I don't think my fingers deserve it and anyway, it's just too much trouble.
Pillowcase. I have one with a hand-painted kitty dancing Hawaiian. The rest are really quite dull.
Blanket/bedspread. Log-quilted by my mother. Plus I have a college doona for when it just gets too cold.
Tea cup. I have a big black mug in Cafe J^e. Despite sabotage by unknown agents, it remains in use.
Sunglasses. Just like every other $19.95 pair, really.
Underwear. Well, wouldn't you like to know.
Shoes. Boots, long. Boots, short. Sandals, everyday. Sneaker-type things. Strappy high heels. I will give my firstborn to anyone who would provide me with patent leather spike-heeled boots.
Nail polish. Used to give myself an intricate, patterned manicure once a week. Then apathy set in. No.
Handbag. Black shoulder-bag thing, given to me by the Male.
Keychain. Alas, for Marvin is no more. I have the chain from which he used to hang, though. Plus my blood donor blood-type ring, and one that reads: "Sick my duck".
Favorite shirt. But there's so many. I like my red satin shirt, and my 'spank me' shirt, and the little goth princess shirt I'm currently wearing, and my brown velvet shirt too.
Favorite pants. The leather ones. Not good for daily wear, though.
Perfume. I don't wear it very often. I usually forget. I have a nice one that the Male gave me. S'called... Very Valentino? Or something.
CD in stereo right now. Not indicative, since I'm in one of my biannual alphabetical listen-throughs of my collection. I think it's Letters to Cleo and Lunachicks in there right now.
Tattoos. No. I wouldn't even seriously consider permanently marking my body with something I'd consider foolish at 45.
Piercings. Just my ears. I've been on/off considering an eyebrow for years, but I don't think I'll ever get it done.
Outfit. Just got back from dinner out. Standard non-thinking 'out' clothes: grey dress pants, black top with gauze black overshirt. Serious earrings, Bonnie and Clyde boots.
Hair. In need of redying. My natural hair colour is so boring.
Makeup. What is this thing of which you speak? (Actually, mascara and lipstick are going-out staples, but pretty much never anything else.)
In my mouth. My teeth.
In my head. Well, now it's the Cranberries 'Zombie', thank you very much...
Hearing. The fridge rattling. One of these days I'll figure out why it's so bloody noisy.
Wishing for. A webcam. More time to sleep. Warmer weather; I'm fucking freezing!