one/thirty.
For various and sundry reasons (two), I am now going to attempt (wrisomifu) to do one of (Yuletide) those 30 Day memes. Gospodi Bozhe moy.
Hello, my name is Fod. I'm 5 feet and 2 inches tall. I'm Korean. And I'm an American. I am 35 years old. I constantly forget my age and have to count back from the current year to my birth year to figure out the number whenever someone asks me. My boyfriend is four years younger than me. My father is four years younger than my mother. I am superstitious and sentimental enough to believe the previous two sentences actually mean something. My blood type is B. In Korea and Japan, people believe one's blood type is the best indicator of and/or influence in determining one's personality. I believe this belief is somewhat less ridiculous and slightly more accurate than the Meyers-Briggs. Individuals with blood type B are said to be: animal-loving, irresponsible and self-centered, creative, forgetful, flexible, individualistic, optimistic, shallow, lazy, passionate, mercurial, unreliable, and fiercely loyal. I believe myself to be all of those things. I am atheist. This does not mean that I do not believe in the existence of God. It does mean that I believe there is no God. The distinction is not a small one. My cramps seem to be getting worse every year. In addition to my uterus clenching and unclenching upon itself, I currently have a mild headache from crying, I am still wearing my nightgown and bathrobe at 11.21 AM on a Monday and I can't think straight. Some months it is not this bad. Some months it is this bad. I've never been able to figure out which kind it's going to be and the unpredictability is what upsets me and annoys me the most. I'm working my county's general election and tomorrow night looks to go until 3AM or so. I'm making butternut squash cupcakes with maple cream cheese frosting. I think we'll need them. My favorite hot drinks in order of preference and frequency: coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, Earl Grey, English Breakfast, hot chocolate. November means standing blearily over a simmering pot of oatmeal with a mug in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. November means bouldering inside instead of hiking outside. November means coming up with an excuse not to go home for Thanksgiving again. November this year means patterned wool tights and two tone ankle boots and nubby cardigans with sequined edging.
This is my couch:
;
given said couch and that the other major pieces in the living room are this rug, this coffee table and this bookcase:
;
which of the following cushions is the right choice:
A)
B)
I'm reading -- and loving -- The Passage. I finally got my turn to read my local library's copy and someone had wiped their boogers on the blank page before the title page so I had to cut that page out. I have officially damaged library property with knowing intent, but I could not read that book with those boogers staring at me from behind the words. My feet get cold, even in the summer, so I own more wool socks than pairs of underwear. Time's up.
Hello, my name is Fod. I'm 5 feet and 2 inches tall. I'm Korean. And I'm an American. I am 35 years old. I constantly forget my age and have to count back from the current year to my birth year to figure out the number whenever someone asks me. My boyfriend is four years younger than me. My father is four years younger than my mother. I am superstitious and sentimental enough to believe the previous two sentences actually mean something. My blood type is B. In Korea and Japan, people believe one's blood type is the best indicator of and/or influence in determining one's personality. I believe this belief is somewhat less ridiculous and slightly more accurate than the Meyers-Briggs. Individuals with blood type B are said to be: animal-loving, irresponsible and self-centered, creative, forgetful, flexible, individualistic, optimistic, shallow, lazy, passionate, mercurial, unreliable, and fiercely loyal. I believe myself to be all of those things. I am atheist. This does not mean that I do not believe in the existence of God. It does mean that I believe there is no God. The distinction is not a small one. My cramps seem to be getting worse every year. In addition to my uterus clenching and unclenching upon itself, I currently have a mild headache from crying, I am still wearing my nightgown and bathrobe at 11.21 AM on a Monday and I can't think straight. Some months it is not this bad. Some months it is this bad. I've never been able to figure out which kind it's going to be and the unpredictability is what upsets me and annoys me the most. I'm working my county's general election and tomorrow night looks to go until 3AM or so. I'm making butternut squash cupcakes with maple cream cheese frosting. I think we'll need them. My favorite hot drinks in order of preference and frequency: coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, Earl Grey, English Breakfast, hot chocolate. November means standing blearily over a simmering pot of oatmeal with a mug in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. November means bouldering inside instead of hiking outside. November means coming up with an excuse not to go home for Thanksgiving again. November this year means patterned wool tights and two tone ankle boots and nubby cardigans with sequined edging.
This is my couch:
;
given said couch and that the other major pieces in the living room are this rug, this coffee table and this bookcase:
;
which of the following cushions is the right choice:
A)
B)
I'm reading -- and loving -- The Passage. I finally got my turn to read my local library's copy and someone had wiped their boogers on the blank page before the title page so I had to cut that page out. I have officially damaged library property with knowing intent, but I could not read that book with those boogers staring at me from behind the words. My feet get cold, even in the summer, so I own more wool socks than pairs of underwear. Time's up.