Reader Poll Whatever-the-Hell-the-Day-Is. 😉
I don’t ask people out.
Pfft. I am dealing with a filling that, well, fell out. I swear, I have (had?) more silver in my teeth than in my jewelry armoire, and that’s a pretty impressive amount.
God, it’s like choosing between three workplaces ago and two workplaces ago. I guess the cave (to me) is like moving on to something better — at least there’s a slim chance of not being bitten.
I was a hopscotch goddess. And that was about the last time I got up off my ass voluntarily. 😉
Two — Pennsylvania and Virginia. And in how many places in each? More than I have fingers and toes.
In my hand — cooking class accident in eighth grade. Trying to remove the skin from chicken wings — cheap-ass chicken the school bought had feathers on it. So I wrapped the skin around a knife and my friend Amy pulled the drumstick while I yanked the knife. Lovely tug-o-war resulted in me losing a lot of blood and getting four stitches in my left hand. And tetanus shots. Yay.
I wasn’t squeamish about it, though — I was pulling apart the cut (the knife went straight through my whole hand!) and admiring my capillaries. And showing all the boys in the class. They loved it.
And let’s not talk about staples — after my appendix was out (2003) my incision was stapled (and then there was the bag attached elsewhere to catch blood and pus — *sigh*). I have this weird pink scar with dots on each side of it, from the wound and the staples.
Not that I haven’t been tempted to hold people liable for punitive damages for driving me insane, but no. I do have a cousin whom we call “Sue” because she throws herself down on the floor and slaps companies with lawsuits for unsafe conditions.
Thank goodness no. Although I was in the room five minutes after a friend had her daughter in 2003 and I stayed with her through the rest of the afternoon/evening/early morning. Seeing the absolute pain and blood loss and weakness and downright delirium was enough to make me super-glue my thighs closed.
Yeah. Wasn’t as much as my rich friends got, but it was nice to have. I spent all my money on audiocassettes (ah, hair metal bands!) and going out to dinner.
But then when I hit 16, I had this “friend” (and not a poor one) who charged us gas money every time he took us somewhere. It wouldn’t be so bad if we were the ones asking for a ride (and believe me, I gave gifts when people did me favors. Sucker.), but he’d ask us to go to the mall or out to eat with him. Then he’d fill up the tank and split it however many ways. What a greedy little shit. I want a refund!!!
While I support the mission of Live 8 and all, do you think it made a difference? Or did people get a nice, free concert and that’s the end of that song? And what can we be doing to end poverty in our own country? (You never said to make the question an easy one! LOL)
On iTunes: Pulp, “Like a Friend”