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Repeat meme
I found this from 2006. Don't ask why I was reading it.
If you had me alone…locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? All posts will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ- or don't. You might be surprised with the responses you get.
Ok, comments are screened.
5 best memories
1. Walking down the road with Jenny in Inverness. I am so glad that she now has memories of me in her home.
2. Finishing NaNoWriMo
3. Angela's surprise party.
4. Calli and Shanna dancing and kissing.
5. Looking at my family on Thanksgiving and Christmas.
An LJ kind of meme
First (few) line(s) of each month's posts:
January: End of year schtuff:
It's been a year! I have completed the breeding period of my life.
February: If Noah hadn't gotten the all clear from his doctor I would be peeing on a stick right now.
March: Today my therapist said something very interesting. When I am meeting new people I should basically have it in my head whether I am facilitating Shanna having friends or am I looking for friends for me.
April: Cleaning did help. But not enough.
May: I'm just starting to get back into masturbating.
June: Right now I want to go down a long list of self incriminating things.
July: Day one was yesterday, I was too busy being happy to post.
August: "I suppose that is something I hadn't considered about marriage. For the rest of my life it isn't that you smell like apple cider vinegar. It's that apple cider vinegar smells like you."
September: Yesterday I turned 30 and realized it was now half my life ago that I was institutionalized.
October: Today I went down to the school where I used to teach to hang out with an old co-worker and a former student.
November: You wanted follow up DSH? Well, here's the email I'm hitting send on
December: Every so often I don't want to say something on blogger.
I kind of feel weird doing this with just lj posts because there are more interesting posts on sim.
Things I’ll never say.
1. More than ten years ago I said I would never be like you. Now I think it would kind of be an honor to be more like you.
2. It's comforting to me that you seem to have similar boundaries as me. I'm glad to hear your opinions about how such arrangements go.
3. I wish I wanted you, but I don't. You are nice. I like you. But I don't want to. I think that makes me a smaller person. I wish I was able to want everyone who wants me. Not that I am obligated to everyone, mind you. But I wish I was able to choose the direction of my interests more. You would be safe.
4. I'm feeling guilty for having such a long cycle. I feel like it means I don't value you enough.
5. I really and truly offered for myself. I don't think I could undertake such a journey for any other reason.
6. I would say yes if you asked. But I don't think that surprises you.
7. Would it be rude of me to ask you to measure your cock? I'm kind of done with the really large thing. A nice medium sized cock would be great. My cervix wants a break.
8. Is there any way I can increase your motivation? Your initiative really sucks.
9. You are working as hard as you need to. Really.
10. I miss you.
I miss you lj.
Once upon a time I put my more personal blogging on g-blog. I don't think I ever told you the truth lj. You were meant as a dumping grounds for memes. Stupid, light shit that breaks the day up. Things to entertain my friends and not depress them. Then g-blog went away. You were promoted. We had this weird filter tango thing. I discovered that when I am writing for tightly controlled filters I feel more and more constrained until I can't say anything because I might say it to the wrong person and then I MIGHT HURT THEIR FEELINGS. I couldn't take the pressure.
I moved on. I'm blogging at blogspot now. People opt-in or out as they see fit. It's open to strangers on the internet and they have to manage their own fucking triggers. It's great. I don't miss you. Only I do miss you though. Here, how about a meme for old time's sake. I promise, I will tell the funny versions.
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Give me a number (or three), and I'll answer the question that goes with it. I may or may not do this publicly, but the person who asks will get a response one way or another.
01. My sexual orientation. 02. What I'm really bad at. 03. The one person whose arms I'd like to be in. 04. My best first date. 05. A description of my self-esteem. 06. Who my best friends are. 07. My favorite book. 08. Biggest turn-offs. 09. My favorite place to which I've traveled. 10. My favorite animal. 11. Someone I miss. 12. The reason behind my last break-up. 13. What I did yesterday. 14. My greatest achievements. 15. The craziest thing I've ever done 16. A description of my last kiss. 17. What I find attractive in a person. 18. All of the pets I've ever owned. 19. My favorite ice cream flavor. 20. The one place I wish I was right now. 21. The most cruel thing anyone has ever said to me. 22. All of the places I've lived. 23. Qualities that make me more likely to love a person. 24. My future plans. 25. One of my internal conflicts. 26. What I'm doing tomorrow. 27. My life's aspirations. 28. My most embarrassing moment. 29. Two of my insecurities. 30. What I would do if I won the lottery. 31. What I love most about myself. 32. My biggest pet peeves. 33. What musical artists I've seen live. 34. How many kids I would like to have. 35. My idea of a perfect date. 36. What I'm really excellent at. 37. My most traumatic experience. 38. Where I would like to live. 39. The nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. 40. Whether I like where I live now. 41. What I can hear right now. 42. My relationship with my siblings. 43. What's currently worrying me the most. 44. Something I've repeatedly wished for. 45. My relationship with my parents. 46. What I dislike most about myself 47. Where's Waldo? 48. Whether I currently resemble the person who I thought I'd be at 18. 49. What I would tell my 18-year-old self. 50. Why? |
Things I’ll never say.
1. I’m sorry.
2. I don’t know if you hate me or not, but every part of being in a room with you is uncomfortable.
3. I feel very upset for feeling ungrateful. But I don’t want what you gave me.
4. I’m scared to do this. I’m scared of what will happen.
5. I want to blame you for my fear of ever dating a woman again, but I’m not sure if it is your fault.
6. I wish you liked me enough to be gentle with me.
7. I think about you a lot more than is healthy.
8. I miss you so much I feel like I am drowning.
9. You aren’t acting trustworthy.
10.Even on the good days I sometimes wish I could just disappear.
Memeish
Post a comment, and I will comment with one or two reasons why I think you’re great. In return, you have to post this same meme on your blog and comment for other people.
Things I’ll never say.
1. When you talk about him like that in public it makes you look bad. It doesn’t matter what he did. He’s not humiliating you in public. There was no violence or abuse. Why are you acting like that?
2. I don’t know how to apologize sufficiently for what I did to you. I hurt you. I’m not sure how to get passed it.
3. If you continue to let him be mean to you like that I may have to kick you both.
4. Every day I am glad for you. I’m pretty sure you don’t know that. Telling you might be a problem.
5. I’m glad you decided to like me. My life would be very sad without you.
6. I’m really glad you picked me over her. It’s not nice or mature in any way, but I’m glad that someone finally took my side.
7. If he hits you, I am calling the police. You don’t get to make the decision that it’s ok for your children to watch that. Please get help before this escalates.
8. I’m not sure I want you any more. But I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’m kind of afraid I’ll be disappointed.
9. You cannot know how much I struggle with wanting to hit you. Doing so would be weakness on my part. You deserve better than that.
10. I don’t believe what you said about me.
Things I will say: the next person who makes fun of me asking why I’m not done with the house stuff yet I may not speak to ever again. I am so tired and so frustrated right now.
Cause I feel like it
You know the rules by now.
1. I’m feeling incredibly conflicted towards you right now. The push pull is driving me batty.
2. I have decided that in the interests of not looking pathetic and clingy anymore I am going to let you do the contacting for at least one or two go rounds. We’ll find out if we are actually friends.
3. If many many people all read the same thing and reach the same conclusion it is highly unlikely we all read it wrong. Maybe you should work on your communication skills.
4. I really wish you would shut the fuck up. I don’t want to be on the same side of any argument as you.
5. I wish I could do better.
6. I really wish you would stop saying, “I totally want to hang out” and then never call me back. Just admit you don’t want to be friends. I’m a big girl; I’ll deal.
7. I keep thinking about you. You called once. I called back. …. Silence. I wonder if I’ll ever get over you.
8. I wish I didn’t notice your behavior.
9. I’m trying, really. I’ll try harder. You deserve better.
10. As bad as it makes me feel to admit it–I kind of wish that you would just die. Then you couldn’t hurt me anymore and I wouldn’t have to deal with feeling terrible for trying to prevent you from hurting me.
Old meme
I posted this more than six years ago. Let’s do it again, shall we?
Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love — anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you’d like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don’t even realize read your LJ) have to say.
I’m amused by how much of this I’ve never heard of before.
questions
Ms. asked me questions. If you want questions say so in comments.
1) How would you say motherhood has changed the essential you, or has it?
Well… I’m not sure. There are big parts of me that motherhood has changed drastically. I’m no longer quite as out there sexually as I once was. I miss that. I’m not sure if it will really come back how it was. And that was the largest part of my identity once upon a time so this is pretty hard for me. Other than that I don’t feel like I’ve changed that much. I’m still bossy and aggressive and rather a control freak. 🙂
2) What does the Christmas season mean to you? What would you like for it to mean to Shanna? Are there traditions you would like to see her grow up with?
Oh man. This is interesting to me. I know what I would like the Christmas season to mean but I’m not sure if I’m there. I would like Christmas time to be when I slow down and look at how awesome my life is and how many wonderful people I have in my life. I like giving presents because I get to show people a very small portion of my affection for them that way. I’m totally a feeder. That’s a lot of why I love making cookies and giving them away. 🙂 I think that I would like Shanna to see Christmas as a time of joyous anticipation. Not just because she is getting presents, but because she will get to see people and do things that are special to this time of year. Next year she will be old enough to help with most of the things I would like us to have as traditions: making cookies, decorating, dancing to cheesy Christmas music, going to look at Christmas lights, cuddling up and reading books while looking at the Christmas tree.
3) Do you miss teaching in a classroom?
More than I’ve ever missed anyone or anything in my life. It’s a near constant ache. That is the thing I have done the best of anything I have ever done. That was me at my best. And it feels like it is gone.
rbus gave me words
Y’all know the drill. If you want words, comment here and I’ll give you some.
thong- My first exposure to thong underwear was when I was in high school. One of my long-time friends wore them and she claimed they were more comfortable. I thought then and I think now that she is just nuts. I hate them. I will wear them on special occasions if someone I am partnered with loves them. Thank God Noah doesn’t care. But honestly? I mostly think of flip-flops. I grew up calling them thongs. 🙂
lollygag- I am a really slow walker. I don’t see much of a point in hurrying most of the time. I think that most people are in way way too much of a hurry. You don’t get to look around at life if you move really quickly. I love looking at people and houses, the only way to do that is to go slow.
hullabalo- Crusty old white men. I’ve never seen a different demographic use this phrase. It makes me smile. 🙂
pasta- I could be a carb-a-tarian. Carbs are so often. And they should always come with cheese. I’m starting to learn how to make my own pasta and that is a lot of fun. I bought special flour recently so that it will hopefully turn out better next time.
kneecaps- Strangely, the back of my knees are the most awesomely sensitive part of my body. As a result I am quite partial to knees in general. 🙂
What do you want?
I was asked elsenet what I want right now that I won’t be getting anytime soon.
Clothes from this chick on Etsy.
I want to finish the front and back yards.
I would like to remodel our kitchen.
I would really really like another bathroom. (This is probably one of the least likely things.)
To hire someone to trim the tree in the front yard.
I want to finish the garage and turn it into a play room so that I can start sending Shanna out there to play. 🙂
I want to be able to travel more. I think it might be Scotland next.
I think that’s the money-necessary stuff I want at this point. What do you want?
I got more words
This has been sitting here for days. I don’t think I did a great job of finishing it, but it’s better than just never finishing.
curls: My hair turned curly in puberty. Before that it was stick straight. I don’t think I have ever recovered from the trauma. On one hand my hair can be very pretty and that is nice. On the other hand it’s a lot more work to make it look nice than I am generally willing to put in. I am really really really not willing to put in the work to make it straight–God that’s annoying. I like that my hair is coarse enough to tie it in a knot and leave it there with nothing to hold it.
Fisher: R.J. Fisher Middle School, I presume. Other than graduate school Fisher was the only school I ever went to for two full consecutive years. I loved Fisher. I was happier during middle school than pretty much any other point in my childhood, which is odd I understand. I had friends for the first time. I had teachers who were both intelligent and willing to work with me. The guidance counselor and vice principle both got to know me (I was a big one for acting out, but I had good reasons) and they both worked very hard at giving me a place to feel safe and secure. I think one of the best things they ever did for me was put me in the Conflict Managers program. I was made to feel intelligent, trustworthy, and competent. I met Grant there. He was my best friend. Amusingly in retrospect, he was my first D/s relationship–I was on top. 🙂 We used to go to the movie theater and I would ask him to buy me Red Vines and I would beat the crap out of him through the whole movie. He always bought them. 🙂 I discovered Anne Rice and then goth culture at Fisher. I had sex for the first time while going there and I didn’t have sex again the rest of the time I was there because I realized it was too early. That was the worst sex ever. I had a history teacher there, Mr. Potter, who single-handedly gave me confidence in myself in the classroom. We got into an argument about whether or not Bloody Mary was also Queen of Scotland. I told him that there were two Marys–Mary Tudor and Mary Stewart. I don’t know how he screwed this up but he couldn’t remember that fact. I brought in an Encyclopedia during lunch and proved him wrong. He congratulated me and told me that if I always stuck to my guns when I knew I was right I would go far in life. I really loved him.
boundaries: I’m not really as good at them as I advertise but I try. I feel intense pressure to be better at boundaries. Ugh. I seem to have different boundaries than just about any one else and I’m not entirely sure how that happened.
family: I have some weird feelings about family. On one hand I desperately want to have family, chosen or biological–either will do. In practice I find that even chosen family is pretty inconsistent and not really dependable. I guess it’s a good thing that Noah is overall reliable because most of the time he’s what I’ve got. I’m hoping that I prove to be better family than that to Shanna.
munches: I used to go a lot. I haven’t gone consistently in five years at this point. They are dandy for talking with the same people you see all the time anyway. They are a shitty place for meeting new people or for doing good reconnecting with people you haven’t seen in a long time. I think that they are rather designed to be something to fill in the gap during the week for people who are out every weekend with the same people. There is nothing wrong with that, it’s just not where I am anymore.
Wordses again
I’ll cut this time cause there are multiple sets.
Continue reading
More words
Arbus gave me words. Be afraid.
freedom: Freedom used to be a much bigger motivator for me than it is these days. I used to spend a lot of time worrying about not being tied down. Now I’m kind of fussy cause I am almost never tied down and it makes me sad. Ha. I appreciate being an American. I think that I’m pretty lucky to live in a country that grants me the amount of freedom I have. Yeah, that’s all I’ve got for this one.
femdom: I hate this phrase. I think we should replace it with DomLady and DomFella if we are going to be indicating gender at all. But why do you need to indicated gender at all? What the freakmonkeys is wrong with just calling someone a Dom? It’s lame enough. Why make it lamer? Oy. That said, females who happen to be dominant are pretty hot.
dealing: Drugs? Cards? I am not a complete hypocrite so I will say that I have occasionally thought positive things about drug dealers in my life even though overall I think it’s not a great career choice. I think my sister should stop dealing though because she is stupid and keeps getting caught. Dumbass. I’m a really good card dealer I think.
whirling: When I was a little girl I would try on all of my new clothes (dresses–I didn’t wear pants at all) and give them a whirl because if they didn’t go out far enough I wouldn’t wear them. I still wish that I picked my clothes this way. I love whirling around. I love whirling Shanna around. I have learned that if I concentrate really hard I can make myself orgasm on the spinny rides. How’s that for TMI?
space: God I need a lot of it. I have trouble with people near me physically sometimes and I even have trouble with people in my house. This is MY SPACE damnit! But if you meant that big black thing above us I’m pretty neutral. I’m glad I don’t have to try to breathe there.
Words
Reply to this meme by yelling “Words!” and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you. *edit* Or just five words that I want to see your associations with/thoughts about.
Aging: What a way to start. Overall I find I enjoy aging a lot. I’m figuring things out over time and I’m pretty happy about that. It’s really neat to see what my body is doing. I’m trying hard to get to the point where I actually enjoy myself all the time so that I can stop looking back and saying, “Why didn’t I like myself more!” I find I am far less critical of myself physically now and that’s nice. I think what is bothering me the most about aging is I thought I would figure stuff out faster/earlier/better/something and I just haven’t. I spend a lot of time still feeling as stupid/confused as I did when I was younger. Being an adult looked way easier from the point of view of being a kid.
Mother: This is what I have wanted to be for much of my life. I think I’m doing an ok job of it. I feel hesitant about calling myself a good mother because I feel like those sorts of judgments can’t be made in the moment; I won’t know if I am a good mother until Shanna or I can look back and actually decide. I feel like being a mother is one of the primary ways I can heal from having been an abused child. In being a good parent to Shanna I can simultaneously parent myself in the ways I needed. I find that more than at any other point in my life there is a ‘club’ that I want to be part of. I feel like there are many parts of this experience I simply can’t talk about with people who are not mothers. To start with, there are all the biological changes I want to talk to other mothers about. Do other women feel like they have to start from scratch with their sexual identity? Now I want a community of women more than just about anything but I don’t know how to create it or find it.
Healthy: I’m trying so hard. I want to be physically healthy. I want to be emotionally healthy. I don’t understand why these things take so much bloody work. I feel very discouraged by the fact that no matter how much progress I make towards being more healthy it seems like there is some freakish goal of ‘health’ that is out of my reach. I hate that there is no ‘good enough’. My diet (not in the lose weight sense) is by far the healthiest it has ever been in my life. I eat good food that is good for me in rather reasonable portions. But there is still this specter hanging over me because I am not thin. I’m not actually in bad shape. Walking ten miles in a day is not a big deal to me at all. I don’t feel sore or uncomfortable unless there was extreme uphill involved. But I feel like I am lame/pathetic because those uphills are a bitch and I can’t run to save my life (my knees suck). So I think that being healthy is something that I struggle for constantly despite feeling like I will always be a failure. And I’m not going to get into psychologically healthy today because that’s just a quagmire I don’t need at this moment.
Bisexual: I actually really hate the word bisexual. I actively shun it for myself. My problem with the word is that it presupposes that there are only two genders and people have to pick one. On one hand the word queer has other issues (painfully heterosexual perverts often love to use it for themselves) because it is so broad that it seems meaningless but I still like it more than bisexual. I feel really weird about referring to myself as queer anymore because I get all the heterosexual privilege and it feels kind of weird/pretentious/uncomfortable to try and get any benefit from also being not heterosexual. It feels too much like I am trying to have my cake and eat it too. On one hand I was strongly into girls long before I was into boys, on the other hand I’ve only ever really fallen in love with one woman. I seem to be much more romantically attached to boys. It’s all so very confusing.
Writing: Shame. That’s my instant reaction to that word right now. For all that I write constantly (the internet is my primary connection to the world) I feel like an abject failure. I feel like failing out of the masters program decided for all time that I am a pathetic writer and I should just stop trying. That’s hard because there is more than one book I would really like to write. I have started writing two and I periodically will work on them but then after a while I feel so critical of my efforts that I delete all progress because I’m obviously too awful of a writer for anyone to want to read a book I have written. It’s hard. I have never identified strongly as a writer and yet I have periodically had things I’ve wanted to say and I communicate best in text. I think some of my short stories have even been good–but it’s so easy for me to feel like that was a fluke. I want to write. I want to be a writer. But just like dancing/being a dancer I feel like I just don’t deserve the title/activity.
The internet is slow
Or so complains a friend. 🙂 So that means I will have to entertain you all. Dangerous.
Hmmmm… yesterday I went and met a new-to-me mommy (*wave*) and she seems pretty cool. The right blend of snarky and crunchy combined with the fact that she is a non-techie married to a geek. I hope this relationship goes somewhere. 🙂
Today I had a Miss Laura over. That’s always lovely. Now we have chicken and potatoes in the crock pot with vindaloo sauce.
Hm. That’s not very entertaining. Ooh! I’ll play a game. How about if I say some number of statements (uhm… 20? Can I come up with that many?) about people who are regular readers/posters on my journal. Then y’all can see if you can pick yourself out of the list. (Of course I am only guessing at who the entire list of regular readers are, but I have some suspicions.)
1. Your art is neato. I think your blog is neato. You should post more. 🙂 Don’t be overcome by inertia!
2. I think I should come to BR and have you watch my kid. She’s fun. 🙂
3. You are the only short story author I actually take the time to read when you post new stuff. You should feel all special.
4. Competency and good cheer are the things I associate with you most strongly.
5. Yeah, Spider man shirts are totally over-rated. 😛
6. I wish I could build a house there. I really do. Poopy commuting.
7. I think your hair should be purple next. 😀
8. Dude, you should post about something other than travel. Like, I don’t have the foggiest idea what you actually do for a living and I’ve known you for a long time. (yeah you’re a geek, who isn’t around here? except for me of course.)
9. We would actually get around to having dinner if you CALLED ME.
10. I really hope we end up moving to the same place. That would be neat.
11. No shit dude, I think you are the funniest chick (I wanted to put person but if I did then everyone would assume it’s a guy and that’s just not so.) I know. Now, if we could work on your self esteem we would be golden.
12. You must know I love you. A day of eating chocolate is not my thing. 🙂
13. I don’t think I miss dancing as a whole all that much but I really miss dancing with you.
14. I don’t think I should call your dad anymore. I get the impression he would rather hear my news from you.
15. Can your family adopt me? Especially your mom.
16. I shouldn’t be envious, but I am because I can’t believe you dropped your baby weight already.
17. So, how is the weather up there? Are you freezing yet? Are you still happy you moved?
18. I’m glad that your cat is smart enough to know that you still need the routine.
19. I feel guilty when I read about your knitting and gardening. I would like to be so cool. 🙂
20. When are you going to visit this coast again? It’s always nice talking with you and it looks like I won’t be making it east this year.
21. I’m glad you finally got something like support from that stupid school.
22. You do a good job of giving tactful advice even when it isn’t solicited. I’m amazed at how well you walk the line of not pissing me off. And you have to be the most respectful debater I’ve ever encountered. Good job. 🙂
Ok. I need to go play with Shanna now. 🙂