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Q & A session with Ms AbbyNormal

Posted in Taggaritis on May 9th, 2007

She sat down across me with a notebook and a pencil, all ready and spiffy looking. I wasn’t nervous, well not inititally. But when she suddenly started asking all sorts of questions, I was slightly taken aback. Not to mention the pencil placed behind her ear was totally throwing me off balance. I felt the need to grab the pencil and run away with it.

OK! OK!! I lie!!! It wasn’t a face-to-face interview. It was just an email interview Abby sent across. An interview meme. A meme of sorts. A meme of such. Meme. I’ll stop with the meme. That doesn’t mean the word meme has stopped running in my head. A meme interview tag. I love the sound of it!!

If anyone else wants to play, here are the directions:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Alrighty then…Individualized questions. Come on..you know you want to be interviewed by me. I’ll ask spiffy questions but you must answer most solemnly and truthfully.

So this is how the interview with Abby really went: -

1) What is one thing that makes you happy?

There is this place I go to that makes me happy. It’s really a secret place where I go to get away to think things through. To be by myself (insert Celine Dion music “All by myself…..”) It’s really a unique place, where I can confront all the things I don’t normally want to confront. It’s like a storehouse of sorts and such, I keep all sorts of things in there, hopes, dreams, cake, fear, pie, pancakes, apple juice, pesos and surf boards.

2) What is one thing that makes you cry?

Onions. That is the one thing that never fails to make cry. I cry when I cut onions. And if I feel that I need a good cry just because, I go have myself an onion. Ok, I don’t have one, I go cut one.

3) Name your best adventure to date (if you want to answer with that time you drank pee, I understand)

Abby, drinking my pee was more of a “hmmm….lets just taste it for shits and giggles”

Just last weekend. I was at this park…I walked for miles to get to this particular area in the park, well it seemed like miles. But it was beautiful. If I say anymore I might just start crying. So let the photos do what photos do best.

Best adventure to date: -

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4) What is one thing you will NEVER do?

I will never lay down in a box filled of roaches. NEVER. Offer me all kinds of money, of any amount if you must. But bybetchabygolly, I will NEVER do that. Bastard creatures.

5) What do you do when you’re bored?

Ah, Abby…you really know how to ask the right questions. When I’m bored, the voices in my head get loud and restless. Most of the time, they start to argue and I get irritable. Then in order to curb that irritable feeling, I decide to day-dream, when I day-dream I imagine all sorts of things and it plays in my head. Sometimes, I start to talk to myself like in a third person kinda way…but just recently I found something new to do when I’m bored. I imagine that I’m in a music video and the people around me are the dancers. It’s quite funny really because I forget where I am for the moment and I’ll be bobbing my head to music only I can hear.

But…there are times I am bored at work. Now when I was in Aloha Enterprise. I went crazy. Random phone calls to my colleague sitting beside me. I’d build a fort around me made of crushed papers or sometimes I’d hide under the table and scare the office buds.

I miss being bored now. Being bored was nice, sometimes.

ruined puzzle

Posted in stealth on May 8th, 2007

It’s like a wound on your arm. You know it’s not good to pick it but then picking it makes it sting. The stinging stops the wrestling in the head. I wonder what stops the million pieces from falling.

I’m wandering
I’m crawling
I’m two steps away from falling
I just can’t seem to get around

I’m heavy
I’m weary
I’m not thinking clearly
I just can’t seem to find solid ground
Since you’ve been around

I’m running
I’m hiding
I’m afraid you’ll never find me
because I’ve always felt lost in the crowd

I’m sinking
I’m drowning
I’m so afraid of losing
my head’s been spinning round and round
since you’ve been around.

I’m foolish and crazy
I just think that maybe
I’ve got a lot of things to figure out

I’m winning
I’m losing
I’m afraid of never choosing
this heart of mine was so beaten down
before you came around

painted pottery

Posted in Heart, singing songs time on May 3rd, 2007

Feeling extremely fuzzy and dizzy today. Fuzzy from the cold and hot chocolate in my tummy, dizzy from running to the damn toilet every ten minutes.

But there is also another reason. This song.

I feel compelled to listen to it over and over and over. Then you venture into my head with all these thoughts in my head.

Secret codes of such and sorts. :)

“When I hear you stop and laugh out loud
When you’re fallin’ fast asleep
When you’re in the middle of a crowd
When you’re lyin’ close to me
When you’re high and when you’re low
When you don’t need me to explain
‘Cause you already know”