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te_hazazel
List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
Tag seven people to do the same. (or not)
Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it". (do what you want)
1) I cannot abide leaving a telephone ringing. This happened well before I ever worked in a call centre or on a phone-based job; it just drives me absolutely frantic that I might not know what someone wanted to tell me. The advent of text messaging and voicemail has sliiightly assuaged this.
2) I have arguments inside my head before I go have them with another person. This usually means that I've got all the ranty bitch mostly out of the way first, but can also backfire via me forgetting that some of the conversation only happened inside my skull, not outside in Real World Land. (Sorry, beloved.)
3) I adore lilies; but only the oriental or peruvian variety. Good old white funereal lilies, I really dislike.
4) Very little makes me happier than a cat greeting me happily. They are so independent and selfish, so it gives me a real lift to be loved by one. Even if I know it's really cupboard love, they purr at me and this is a Good Thing.
5) I am a ridiculous fan of the Terry Pratchett Discworld series, and tend to be able to quote (not quite verbatim) from just about any of them at no notice. I own every book and have re-read them a large number of times. I was very sad when his premature Alzheimers diagnosis was announced.
6) I love to cook. LOVE. And have a tendency to assume that anyone and everyone visiting me needs to be fed vast amounts. Periodically I have to be politely reminded that a) I am not feeding the five thousand and b) other people may not be interested in what I like to cook and c) my friends all have mothers and don't need me to play MotherCook for them.
7) I both hate and love clothes shopping. I enjoy the stereotypical trudge-around-mall, but find it ultimately depressing to find that yet again my 36G bust is denying me pretty tops, or that my wide fat feet are denying me pretty shoes. One time I bought pants, I had to try on sixteen pairs before I found some that fit. I tend to buy multiples of things, and as a result have three identical pairs of shoes.
te_hazazelList seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
1) I cannot abide leaving a telephone ringing. This happened well before I ever worked in a call centre or on a phone-based job; it just drives me absolutely frantic that I might not know what someone wanted to tell me. The advent of text messaging and voicemail has sliiightly assuaged this.
2) I have arguments inside my head before I go have them with another person. This usually means that I've got all the ranty bitch mostly out of the way first, but can also backfire via me forgetting that some of the conversation only happened inside my skull, not outside in Real World Land. (Sorry, beloved.)
3) I adore lilies; but only the oriental or peruvian variety. Good old white funereal lilies, I really dislike.
4) Very little makes me happier than a cat greeting me happily. They are so independent and selfish, so it gives me a real lift to be loved by one. Even if I know it's really cupboard love, they purr at me and this is a Good Thing.
5) I am a ridiculous fan of the Terry Pratchett Discworld series, and tend to be able to quote (not quite verbatim) from just about any of them at no notice. I own every book and have re-read them a large number of times. I was very sad when his premature Alzheimers diagnosis was announced.
6) I love to cook. LOVE. And have a tendency to assume that anyone and everyone visiting me needs to be fed vast amounts. Periodically I have to be politely reminded that a) I am not feeding the five thousand and b) other people may not be interested in what I like to cook and c) my friends all have mothers and don't need me to play MotherCook for them.
7) I both hate and love clothes shopping. I enjoy the stereotypical trudge-around-mall, but find it ultimately depressing to find that yet again my 36G bust is denying me pretty tops, or that my wide fat feet are denying me pretty shoes. One time I bought pants, I had to try on sixteen pairs before I found some that fit. I tend to buy multiples of things, and as a result have three identical pairs of shoes.
