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davywavyF I R S T S.
First best friend: Darren Robinson.
First car: Bertie, my Mini Metro
First crush: Some unfortunate female or other, I expect.
First real kiss: Gosh, I don't recall...too long ago.
First break-up: Once again, difficult to say due to the evanescent nature of those halcyon school days.
First self purchased album: *Blush* the final countdown by europe.
First funeral: Our cat, Mitten.
First pet: Goldie, the goldish (I was such an imaginative child.)
First piercing/tattoo: Why would I want either?
First credit card: I have never owned a credit card.
First true love: Myself.
First enemy: I don't have enemies. I let them define themselves in relationship to me, not the other way round.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Big sister, playing the piano.
L A S T S.
Last cigarette: I had a cigarillo the other night. Does that count?
Last car ride: Driving the Wademobile at the folks last week.
Last good cry: I've never had a good cry. I've had some bad ones, however.
Last library book checked out: Too long ago to remember. I normally just buy books.
Last movie seen: Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom.
Last beverage drank: water.
Last food consumed: A tangerine.
Last crush: Emma Peel. As usual.
Last phone call: Monty.
Last time showered: This morning.
Last CD played: Rammstein: 5/4. Their b-sides compilation.
Last annoyance: The anonymous hate mail that I get from time to time.
Last disappointment: the standard of writing and grammar in the above. Look, whoever you are, if you're going to hate me at least learn to spell, okay?
Last word you said: Again.
F U T U R E.
Where do you want to go?: Home.
Your career going to be?: Dilettante
Where are you going to live?: Wherever I please.
Do you want any kids?: Yes. But not between meals, thanks.
C U R R E N T.
Current mood: Resigned.
Current taste: Minty gum!
Current clothes: The David work uniform.
Current longing: 5pm.
Current favorite artist: Alan Davis.
Current book you're reading: STILL bloody Tender is the Night (although chapter 15 of book 2 struck me as remarkably ironic).
W H A T S.
What's in your CD player?: Work: Rammstein 5/4. Home: Codename: Outbreak.
What color socks are you wearing?: Black
What color of underwear? Black
What's under your bed?: The carpet. probably some books.
What time did you wake up today?: I hope to wake up soon.
First best friend: Darren Robinson.
First car: Bertie, my Mini Metro
First crush: Some unfortunate female or other, I expect.
First real kiss: Gosh, I don't recall...too long ago.
First break-up: Once again, difficult to say due to the evanescent nature of those halcyon school days.
First self purchased album: *Blush* the final countdown by europe.
First funeral: Our cat, Mitten.
First pet: Goldie, the goldish (I was such an imaginative child.)
First piercing/tattoo: Why would I want either?
First credit card: I have never owned a credit card.
First true love: Myself.
First enemy: I don't have enemies. I let them define themselves in relationship to me, not the other way round.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: Big sister, playing the piano.
L A S T S.
Last cigarette: I had a cigarillo the other night. Does that count?
Last car ride: Driving the Wademobile at the folks last week.
Last good cry: I've never had a good cry. I've had some bad ones, however.
Last library book checked out: Too long ago to remember. I normally just buy books.
Last movie seen: Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom.
Last beverage drank: water.
Last food consumed: A tangerine.
Last crush: Emma Peel. As usual.
Last phone call: Monty.
Last time showered: This morning.
Last CD played: Rammstein: 5/4. Their b-sides compilation.
Last annoyance: The anonymous hate mail that I get from time to time.
Last disappointment: the standard of writing and grammar in the above. Look, whoever you are, if you're going to hate me at least learn to spell, okay?
Last word you said: Again.
F U T U R E.
Where do you want to go?: Home.
Your career going to be?: Dilettante
Where are you going to live?: Wherever I please.
Do you want any kids?: Yes. But not between meals, thanks.
C U R R E N T.
Current mood: Resigned.
Current taste: Minty gum!
Current clothes: The David work uniform.
Current longing: 5pm.
Current favorite artist: Alan Davis.
Current book you're reading: STILL bloody Tender is the Night (although chapter 15 of book 2 struck me as remarkably ironic).
W H A T S.
What's in your CD player?: Work: Rammstein 5/4. Home: Codename: Outbreak.
What color socks are you wearing?: Black
What color of underwear? Black
What's under your bed?: The carpet. probably some books.
What time did you wake up today?: I hope to wake up soon.
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Date: 2004-08-10 04:13 am (UTC)Actually, I bought two singles on the first day I ever bought "music", so my first ever single is jointly;
Europe - The Final Countdown
Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now
*blushes*
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Date: 2004-08-10 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-10 03:17 pm (UTC)Don't mind me, though, tonight I was dancing to a remix of Dolly Parton, so I can't comment really.
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Date: 2004-08-11 01:30 am (UTC)Apart from the steroid-enhanced campery, anyway...
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Date: 2004-08-10 03:34 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2004-08-11 01:33 am (UTC)Lerrus know when if tha's in London, like, an' we'll 'ave a pint of Smiths or summat.
(I think that the real North begins at Worksop, but I may be mistaken in this. And you must be very proud that you come frmo teh same town as margaret Thatcher. Do you ever see her in the street, going to the shops or something?)
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Date: 2004-08-11 02:55 am (UTC)We should go and sit in a pub in London and talk about whippets loudly, and overdo the accent. I'm back down south at the end of September.
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Date: 2004-08-11 03:35 am (UTC)