I got tagged by Memphis Steve to do the 8 Things You Might Not Know About Me thingie. You know the one.
Here are the rules--1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. 2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. 3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. 4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
I've done this one before; I think everyone who's been blogging for any length of time has done this one a few times at least. But you guys pretty much know everything there is to know about me. Geez, I've even shown you my boobs! So I'm thinking I might do this one in haiku form. It's more fun that way. Well, it's more fun for me at least.
I Get Mad
Sometimes I get so freaking furious
that I feel like setting something on fire
I usually just cuss though.
Whenever I feel like dancing
I put on The Strokes Is This It
and pogo wildly around the room.
I was born in 1756 and fucked all the founding fathers
Washington was my favorite cause he could go all night
plus he looked hawt in his wig.
A Word of Advice
When your dildo boss gathers everyone together for a mandatory meeting
don't stand behind him miming like you are sucking cock while he blathers
he might fire you.
If you use a psychic to try to contact me after I'm dead
and I say, "Help me! I'm burning! Burning!"
then I'm probably in heaven, you know how I kid.
If everyone had a goldfish bowl for a head
I'd fill mine with sea monkeys
goldfish are for serious people.
When I Write My Memoir
The book of my life will start off with this line:
"I blame Oprah for causing my nervous breakdown"
so what if it's not true, I belong to the James Frey school of memoir writing.
Oh my beloved, oh my stinky, stinky cheese
your soft, fatty goodness is the reason I can't be completely vegan
I never thought I'd love something that stinks like the devil's asshole.
Okay, there you go. Now for the tagging part. I'm not going to tag eight people because following the rules is a drag. Screw rules, man! Instead I'm tagging everyone who is currently wearing underwear to do these eight things in haiku form. And if you are not wearing underwear then you have to do it twice, you big slut!