Meme time! Gacked from sistermagpie

[naodrith]

1. What is the "theme" on your calendar this year?
I don't have a calendar.

2. Do you read the newspaper every day?
I read the comics every day. And the editorials.

3. What kind of shoes are you wearing right now?
Sneakers.

4. What magazines do you subscribe to?
None. I don't like magazines.

5. What is your favorite condiment?
Mustard. I love mustard. I despise ketchup. Some people think this is weird. To them I say: ketchup is icky.

6. What was the first occupation you remember wanting to have?
Author.

7. Are you a green thumb?
I want to be. But I have no patience. Or perseverance. My garden dies often.

8. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were little?
Several. Heh. Don't ask about them. They were boring.

9. Do you floss regularly?
No.

10. If you could still hang posters of celebrities on your walls and get away with it like when you were 12, who would be on your walls right now?
Johnny Depp. James Spader. Um. More Johnny Depp. Lots of Johnny Depp. Wah. Want posters now.

13. Do you keep shoe boxes or throw them away?
I keep them. They're fun. I used one as a doll house when I was a kid.

14. Would you be embarrassed if someone looked under your bed?
There's not enough room on my floor for anyone to look under the bed. The evil glowing plant growing under there would kill anyone who looked, anyway.

15. If you could be one character in book, who would you be?
Polgara, from David Eddings' Belgariad. I love Polgara.

16. What do you sleep in?
Pajama pants and a pajama shirt. They hardly ever match anymore.

17. What is your favorite word?
Asphyxiate.


Mmkay. That was fun. Now back to the FL.

ETA: Okay, this is too funny not to put. Over at NaNoWriMo they're talking about how you know you're a writer.

"Your computer freezes and you scream, "No! I lost fifty-seven words and a capital E!"

So, my writer friends, how do you know when you're a writer?

* You know you're a writer when you hear about something on the news, such as long-lost twins being reunited, and you scoff, "Oh, that's such a cliche. It would be better if..."