Well, this is unusual, since I'm the proverbial web hermit (ok, I need to make up a web hermit proverb now), but I have been tagged by the lovely
FRA from
Good Girls Don't, and whatever she says, I do blindly. I'd do it deafly too, but I don't want to get greedy. Here's the whole shtick:
1) you have to start the meme off with listing “6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME”.
2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly.
3) At the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
Easy, you think? Think again, buster, because I'm so incredibly normal that listing 6 weird things is going to be a grueling task. I'll let you be the judges.
Weird thing I: Every time I use a match to light a burner in my own kitchen, I put it out and toss it onto a little ashtray nearby, in such a fashion that most basketball players would be envious. Yes, I am the Michael Jordan of match tossing, and I toss every single one I use.
Weird thing II: I can't dance to any modern music. Take me to a club, and there better be comfortable sitting or a waltz playing. Anything else is too epileptic for both my taste and ability.
Weird thing III: I never start reading a book and then not finish it. It's a compulsion, a disease, and worst of all, sometimes a colossal waste of time and other resources. But for the love of everything that's holy, if I get through page one, I'll get through the whole thing even if I have to bite my lips, shake my head and utter curses after each nonsensical sentence.
Weird thing IV: I'm using Roman numerals. Cause, they rock.
Weird thing V: Heat is my enemy. Sure, summer's good with the little dresses and cooling off with a cold refreshing drink, but come on. I can't do anything if my ass is sweaty. Give me frostbite any day of the week, man.
Weird thing VI: Ok, let's think of a big one to finish this off. I am in possession of a phobia. Well, a couple, but one that's not my biggest pride. Organic things that buzz unnerve me intensely. That's right, those insects and whatnot. The buzzing sound is just incompatible with my internal audio system, and every time it's present, I need to find an exit. Not so much disgusted by bugs, as freaked out by living things that go "buzz" in the world.
There you go. Me, myself and I in all my glorious and sexy weirdness. I'd tag people, but unlike most bloggers out there (is that a bad term, like trekkie...?), I'm not all that interactive with the community. Till a later update, folks.
Boomm. Now you know I'm as beautiful as you thought.