Originally spotted at Rullsenberg Rules, this should have been quick and easy. Hours, it took. Nobody tagged me, so I guess you could call it masturbatory memeing:
I am wondering why anybody would drink cider from a lemon
I want to attend a friend’s wedding. Nobody’s even engaged as yet, so it could be a long wait.
I wish ironing wasn’t so bloody dull
I hate cynicism
I love the happiness of the first few repititions of a really great song
I miss having somebody there
I fear getting depressed
I hear Embrace’s ‘Ashes’, right now. Is cool.
I wonder why people hate Heather Mills McCartney so much
I regret not doing a better job on my secondary school yearbook, which I edited
I am not very good at face-to-face debate
I dance the first foxtrot weave without a problem, then fail spectacularly at the second, which involves the exact same steps with a different intro
I sing when washing up, then remember I’m standing in front of a window
I cry at the briefest moment of selfless heroism. Really. Don’t come see United 93 with me.
I make really bad mashed potato.
I write because, as somebody I’ve forgotten said, it’s the only time I don’t feel like I should be doing something else
I confuse bonobos, chimps, gibbons, etc. The names, you understand. I don’t just go around confusing gibbons. Well, sometimes.
I need to keep my flat tidy, or I get all stressed about it
I should join some local social group
I start many computer games
I finish few computer games