I’ve been tagged by Louis, I’ve to post an entry of 8 random facts about myself. Through this, you guys may probably know a bit more about me. Before I start, there are some rules to be followed.

1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their 8 things and post these rules.
3. At the end choose 8 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.

Hygeine:
I LOVE taking SCALDING hot showers. I like scrubbing myself down, as hard as I can and for as long as I can hog the bathroom. I absolutely hate it when the water is cold. Exception is when it’s really, really, REALLY hot that the pipes become heaters themselves.

Fashion:
I absolutely cannot leave the house in an outfit I am not comfortable in. Be it a shirt and flipflops or a little black dress and hooker heels, I HAVE to feel the part. I “become” the clothes, and in order for that, I have to put my game face on. HOO-HA!

Manners:
I hate people who walk slow, are rude, are fat and take up an equivalent of three seats and don’t even pay for the extra seat they take up, people who count every fucking penny, and who are a bore. They walk slow because they have nowhere to be and no one to see. Get a life. They are rude because they do not know the finer points of being a human being and nobody has taught them. Find some friends and get a life. I have nothing against extra-chunky but I just need to know that they know they’re chunky and at least offer to pay for the damned seats. You are rude and obese, not just big-boned. Get a trainer and a life. And you, counting every cent, stop it. Just drop it into the charity box near the counter. At least it’ll help someone other than a tight-fisted dickwad like you. Help someone else and get a life. People are boring because they have nothing to say. Not even an un-interesting thing to say. Get a life. And maybe after, we can talk.

(See? I’m nice. I didn’t say I hate emo, WoW players, Ragnarok-ers, and such. I AM nice, damnit.)

Morning poision:
I take my coffee light and sweet. The Dad still can’t get this right so I’m hoping someone else can just to prove that I am not hard to please. At Starbucks, the order follows: a tall brewed coffee (of whatever is the day’s brew) in a grande or, during a bad morning, a grande in a venti. Top it off with half and half plus 6-8 packets of sugar. Same ratio/mix goes for all drinks. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?

Hot wheels:
I gotz mad driving skillz. I’ve been complimented on my navigational abilities as well. Well, it wasn’t exactly complimenting as it was kicking and screaming in my ear while I was dodging oncoming traffic at the same time trying to have my spaghetti and meatball lunch. I mean, people can be so ruuuude sometimes, ya know? Here you are, trying to get a spoonful of spaghetti without spilling any on your crisp black shirt and they’re grabbing the wheel away from you. I mean, assmunch, if you don’t want to get stabbed with a plastic fork, you better calm down because that 10-wheeler heading for us is just a mirage and it’ll go away when we get close enough to it, a’ight?. And as the result of my superb, Amazing-Race worthy skills, I am dumbfounded at people who can’t read a frickin’ map. Seriously. It’s not like it’s the map of the world. It’s a map of your own city, where you go EVERY FRICKIN’ DAY. For Christmas, you will get a road map and I’ll staple it to your ass. No need to thank me. I’m just spreading the cheek cheer.

Teh Intarwubz addiction:
These days I cannot live without driving through the information highway. It’s not so much as information as gossip and online purchases. Don’t judge me. You don’t know me. In any case, I have, like, a weird system when I sit in front of the PC. And it has to be in a particular tab order and opened all at once (if the computer can handle it).

It goes .. Microsoft Outlook >> List of things to do today >> Gmail >> Multiply >> Uneditedmara >> Sign in to Yahoo Messenger >> And then like 7 gossip rag tabs >> Liverpool >> Kickette >> Football wife >> Football365 >> The Offside >> Other people’s blog.

Bag hag:
I used to be a straight-shooting, no-nonsense, cellphone-wallet kinda carryin’ gal but that’s all changed now. In my bag I have:
gold vintage wallet
Nokia 9500 communicator
Creative Jukeboz
Watson’s wet wipes
Nivea Cherry Kiss lip balm
fan
house keys, office keys
gold vintage aviators
umbrella
Alcogel hand sanitizer
hair clamp
ballpen
comb
TicTacs

TAGGING:

The Dad

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