Gacked from all of the places...
So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious but you have no idea about, or something obscure you just have to know. Ask away. All topics, within reason, are open for discussion.
If something is too personal, I reserve the right to vague my answer up or straight-out not answer. But you'll never know what I'm willing to say with the anonymity of being on-line if you don't ask!
So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious but you have no idea about, or something obscure you just have to know. Ask away. All topics, within reason, are open for discussion.
If something is too personal, I reserve the right to vague my answer up or straight-out not answer. But you'll never know what I'm willing to say with the anonymity of being on-line if you don't ask!
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So (from memory, since I am at the hospital with bff-K and bff-J --who is having a baby):
-yarn
-more yarn
-a rubbermaid container full of corsets (what?)
-a rubbermaid container full of Christmas/Hanukkah wrapping paper
-a rubbermaid container full of birthday wrapping paper
-a rubbermaid container full of (ahem) marital aids
-a metric fuckton of dust
-a yoga mat
-various and assorted things that I stuck under there because I didn't know where else to stick it
And where else are you going to put the corsets but under the bed!
I just looked under my bed to see if it was nearly as interesting as yours. It's not. A sock, a dirty shirt, a couple of those stupid pull out cards from TV Guide and the cat.
In re: corsets: quite right.
I'm now a pagan clergy-person, write fanfiction, and am working in a field using my English BA.
So... while I didn't end exactly where I was thinking I might when I was in 4th grade... I'm going alright.
Edited at 2012-11-11 12:05 am (UTC)