Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tagged by Darryl.
Once you are tagged. Answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff.
Starting time: 1.08 pm
Name: Kim Loo
Brother(s): One younger, who enjoys eating my chips
Eye Color: Black/Chocolate
Shoe size: No idea.
Hair: Black/Brown/Red in certain light
Piercings: Ears
Height: I find this offensive.
What are you wearing right now? Nothing quite like a maniacal grin.
Where do you live? Candy Mountain.
Favorite number: 8, 13, 69.
Favorite drink: Vanilla Coke floats.
Favorite month: November/December, when the holidays and anime fests are.
Favorite breakfast: I don't wake up in time for breakfast.
-Have You Ever-
Broken a bone: No.
Been in a police car: Nope.
Fallen for a friend: No again. That would be awkward.
Fallen for a guy/girl in a short period of time: Only fictional characters. They're a lot easier to handle.
Swam in the ocean: It was salty.
Fallen asleep in school: Mostly social studies class.
Broken someone’s heart: I have no idea.
Cried when someone died: RIP, Alois Trancy. We hold you dearly in our hearts and wish you deranged happiness with your backstabbing spider demon butler/Supreme Dickwad of Douchebaggery and Assistant Vice Ball-sucker of Asshole-opolis.
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Hell no. Sleep is our friend.
Saved e-mails: Cake recipes.
Been cheated on: Impossible, since I don't date.
-What-
What is right beside you? The wall on my left, my dad on my right. He's looking at me weirdly.
What is the last thing you ate? Chocolate marshmallow.
-Ever Had-
Chicken pox: Ew. No.
Sore throat: Who hasn't?
Stitches: On my left hand and knee. And possibly in my sides when I laugh too hard.
Broken nose: Not mine.
-Do You-
Believe in love at first sight? Sure. It's how I went for almost all my favourite characters.
Like picnics? As long as it doesn't include bugs.
-Who-
Did you last yell at? My mum, who woke me up at 8 this morning and wouldn't let me go back to bed.
Who was the last person you danced with? I don't dance. Ever.
Who last made you smile? Some fanfiction author.
-Final Questions-
What are you listening to right now? My dad and my brother debating right to free speech.
What did you do today? Awaken against my wishes, skulk around the house, discover a crick in my neck, attempt and fail to remove said crick, study chem, stare at the computer screen for three hours, watch six back-to-back episodes of
Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, sniff brother's noodles and head off for lunch.
Diamond or Pearl? Diamonds are sparkly, but pearls are shiny... I own both anyway.
Are you the oldest? I am a veteran thruster.
Indoors or outdoors? In. It has air-conditioning.
-Today did you-
Talk to someone you like? No.
Kiss anyone? No.
Sing? No...
Talk to an ex? Non-applicable.
Miss someone? Twelvians... I have no one to be crazy with right now.
Eat? A marshmallow.
-Last person who-
Talked to on the phone? My mum.
Made you cry? Alois Trancy's untimely death.
Went to the movies with? Don't remember.
You went to the mall with? Myself.
Who cheered you up? Various fanfiction authors and yaoi artists. Mmm delicious shotas yumyum.
-Have you-
Been to Mexico? No. I want nachos.
Been to USA? California. It is my life's 4th ambition to eat Freedom Fries in all 50 Alfredian states. And I saw Antonio Banderas in Hollywood.
-Random-
Have a crush on someone? Too many to count. Currently the adorable thirteen-year old Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I don't have a problem.
What books are you reading right now? Re-reading Harry Potter in time for the movie.
Best feeling in the world? Chocolate sex. Figure that out for yourself.
Future kids names? Armageddon for a boy, Pomegranate for a girl.
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? I'm not that perverted.
What’s under your bed? Dust bunnies. The littlest one is named Alois.
Favorite sport(s): Swimming in wine.
Favorite place? Yaoi fangirl heaven, where I will go if I am a good little shotacon pervert.
Who do you really hate? Sexist, racist, puritanical, totalitarian homophobes with no sense of humour.
Do you have a job? Volunteer fanfiction editor/professional thrusting instructor. I own my own academy and we train only the very best thrusters.
What time is it now? 1.58 pm, which is not my fault because I had to rescue my Mars Bars.
With however long it took you to complete this, post as my x min survey.
Now that that's done, I'll just thrust in your general direction and take my leave. I do not require your approval to thrust at you but would thank you for it anyway. It saves me the trouble of messy sexual harassment lawsuits, which are, frankly, a waste of time. One could be doing more important things instead. Such as thrusting.
I spend a good third of my day thrusting. It's a serious hobby of mine. I am a natural thruster. I started in the womb and only got better. You can be taught to thrust but you will never be as fluid as a natural thruster. It's quite a difficult occupation, which requires a certain amount of finesse.
Although professional thrusting pays well, I lose a good portion of my salary to lawsuits. People apparently don't appreciate it when I stand by their windows, thrusting.
They just don't understand my art.
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