So…five things you STILL don’t know about me, eh? Fine, I’ve got a lot of secrets; I could be doing these until the cows come home and not run out of material, particularly since I have never had any cows, so if they showed up they would still not count as coming home, so there.
Naomi and DefrostIndoors have both tagged me for the 5 Things You Don’t Know About Me meme, and I’ve put them off long enough. Here goes.
- the raven is my totem animal, and yes, I went on a spiritquest to find this out.
- I have always wanted to own Krak des Chevaliers and I’d live in it, too, regardless how primitive and drafty it was.
- I’d consider the Bunsen Lake power station an adequate substitute. Or Urquhart Castle on Loch Ness. What can I say, I’m just not a cottage-y person.
- I have quite a thing for old, decayed mirrors that have gone all fuzzy, and once tried to have one shipped back from Indonesia. It cost me five bucks to buy, would have cost something like two hundred to ship, so no dice.
- My family used to own a haunted inn, and I was always jealous of people who could see the ghost; I only ever heard him.
So now I have to pass this along? Alrighty, then. I tag…hmmm, I’ll have to think about this. I’m running out of friends. While I’m thinking, you can read Geoffrey Chaucer‘s answers.
Speaking of things that will end badly, how about this one: this poor 20 year old soldier gets killed in action, and his morbidly monomaniacal parental units have the cold, dead corpse’s shrivelled scrota pumped for sperm, which the hospital then holds for whatever nefarious purposes hospitals need dead boys’s sperm for, but the parents sue, claiming (not without some justification there, it must be said) that those are their genes, not the hospital’s, which suit they win, and, upon gaining custody of the precious vials of spooge they then proceed to advertise them internationally in, I suppose, the personals section of Goth magazines and such, looking for a zombie-positive woman with, presumably, no real-life prospects, and who wishes to give birth to the child there is no evidence this poor kid ever wanted.
Oooooh, 
raincoaster 