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Saturday, January 25, 2003

Friday Five-ing it.

1. What is one thing you don't like about your body?
Sat staring at nothing in particular yesterday and my legs got in the road and I decided that my knees were wonky. And my legs needed shaving, but I took care of that. So I guess my wonky knees.

2. What are two things you love about your body?
Hooray for vanity and narcissism. No, those are not the two things. My waist, I guess. Like the way it goes in and occasionally makes me feel Scarlett O'Hara-ish. And my Bytheway (my Grandmother's maiden name) feet. Wallaby feet, we call them. Long and narrow. I like 'em. Makes getting shoes a bitch sometimes, but I like 'em.

3. What are three things you want to change about your home?
Hah! Considering my 'home' is currently in a state of moving-in uproar and lacking half the furnishings, being limited to only three is hardly fair. But, leaving out those things that we're planning to remedy, like lack of couch and drawers to put my clothes in... I'd like windows that could be opened further than the two inches the Melbourne architects allow. That's just because I'm a Queensland girl with a need for breeze. A bath. Dammit, I would love to have a bath. Who needs two showers? I want a bath. And... erm. Nothing else springs to mind at the moment, but I'm sure something will make itself apparent once we've really moved in.

4. What are four books you want to read this year?
Only four? Bah! Definites: the tenth Jordan. The new Eddings. At least one China Mieville, precise details not yet determined. And I'd like to read another M John Harrison book. I enjoyed Viriconium. And PTerry's Night Watch. And... what do you mean, I've run out?

5. What are five promises you have kept to yourself?
I take it I'm not allowed to count the little ones like: "If you finish this chapter of your thesis tonight, you can have some chocolate." I don't know that I've actually got five. I'm a very fickle person, especially to myself. The things I really promise myself, I don't even mentally verbalise. They just are. Like: "You will never have to make a career out of something that doesn't inspire you," and hence my current course. Not so much promises as the way I live my life. So I choose not to really answer this question on the grounds that it makes my head hurt.

Though maybe that's just the heat.

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