I know...

It's not the 'hundred things' list I keep wantin' to do...but it is a step in the right direction.
Thank you Jane. (She finds some of the coolest shit...)

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Stevie
-- Birth date: April 30, 1963
-- Birthplace: New Jersey (shaddap...just shaddap...I already heard 'em all, thanks. And, Bruce Springsteen can bite me too...Don't even get me started on Bruce 'Fucknoodle' Willis...)
-- Current Location: Bucks County, Pa.
-- Eye Color: Hazel
-- Hair Color: Dark/Strawberry blonde
-- Height: 5'8"
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: German/Welsh/God knows
-- The shoes you wore today: Barn boots, Harley Harness boots.
-- Your weakness: Swedish meatballs...especially ones named Eric.
-- Your fears: Being without Eric, dying slowly. (Which is redundant...)
-- Your perfect pizza: Domino's Cheddar Cheese Bacon Burger.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Finding a job to get into completely, with good pay, like at Wellacrest. No more 'Wallys', though. Don't need that shit, thanks.

LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on YIM: lol
-- Your first waking thoughts: Gotta PEE! MOVE, DAMN IT!!! (to all the animals)
-- Your best physical feature: Hair, boobs, voice.
-- Your most missed memory: Uncle Henry's farm and my first Appaloosa, Diablo.

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi...better yet- Mountain Dew.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Mickey D's-ALWAYS.
-- Single or group dates: Ummm, neither. Doubt highly that Eric would like that much.
-- Adidas or Nike: Neither-I done told ya...Harley boots, man.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Git that nasty-assed powdered shit outta here. Brewed, Dude.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla, with a banana under it.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Both...an I.V. in each arm, please.

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: What?...Yeah. And cigarettes.
-- Cuss: Fuck no.
-- Sing: Constantly
-- Take a shower everyday: Without fail
-- Do you think you've been in love: No. I know it.
-- Want to go to college: Hell no.
-- Liked high school: Mostly.
-- Want to get married: Done it twice. Third time's the charm, right?
-- Believe in yourself: No.
-- Get motion sickness: No way.
-- Think you're attractive: Nope
-- Think you're a health freak: Yeah...and I also think Acidman is a humble kinda guy and the Barbie twins had real talent and that Jim Morrison is still alive. Are you nuts? Health freak...riiiight.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Sure. Always have gotten along with Dad. I get along great with Mom, too, now that she's DEAD.
-- Like thunderstorms: Could give a damn, unless the power goes out. Then, I don't.
-- Play an instrument: Depends on yer definition of 'instrument'...

LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: Probably.
-- Smoked: Duuuuh...yes.
-- Done a drug: I repeat....
-- Made Out: With whom?
-- Gone on a date: Noooo...now quit asking that.
-- Gone to the mall?: I don't do the mall. I hate shopping.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: No. But, I'll put a hurtin' on some Chicken in a Biscuits.
-- Eaten sushi: No. I look like a FISH, do I? That's shit is BAIT, thankyouverymuch.
-- Been on stage: Oh yeah. Karaoke, anyway.
-- Been dumped: Siiiigh. Getting married the third time...ya think?
-- Gone skating: No. That's kinda hard to do without ICE...thick ice. 'Weeks-in-the-making' ice. Ain't been cold long enough. Yet.
-- Made homemade cookies : A few (hundred) times.
-- Gone skinny dipping: No. But I have 'hung out' in a deerstand. Literally.
-- Dyed your hair: No. I don't DO that kinda shit.
-- Stolen Anything: A few hearts...maybe?

LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
-- If so, was it mixed company: Yes
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: oh, Gawd, yes.
-- Been caught "doing something": Yes
-- Been called a tease: Yes
-- Gotten beaten up: No
-- Shoplifted: No
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Not one fuckin' iota.

LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: All of 'em.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Zero and "Someone Elses".
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Outside. Horseback. Massive party.
-- How do you want to die: Instantaneously.
-- Where you want to go to college: I don't.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Still alive?
-- What country would you most like to visit: Germany...again.

LAYER NINE:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: One, but I've 'done' a metric ton of that. Shit would cover all of Columbia...or Mexico...but not Canada. Sorry, Sweetie, but I hear y'all are having problems in that area...
-- Number of people I would trust with my life: 1 (at a time, anyway...)
-- Number of CDs that I own: 200+
-- Number of piercings: 2. One in each earlobe.
-- Number of tattoos: None
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: A few.
-- Number of scars on my body: A few small ones
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: What Jane said...which was *sigh*...let's not even go there, m'kay?

Okay. Now, I'm gonna go....find some other dumb shit to do, thereby putting off the house yet again....clean. the. house.
Damn it.

Posted by: Stevie at 08:51 AM

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