October 30, 2012

  • Stolen from Loki’s Best Friend, who Stole it from a Poetess in Joisey. ;P (Nov 17, ’10)

    I am: “perfectly imperfect” :)

    I think: these questions are harder than they look.

    I know: I just put too much salt on my fried chicken.

    I want: to have put less salt on my fried chicken!


    I have:     more aching, painful joints with each passing day. This does not please me.

    I wish: for way too many things to list just one!

    I hate: the bitching and whining that goes on constantly at work, from some of the nurses aides. If you don’t like it, then bugger off and go stack shelves in WalMart. The atmosphere is NOT good for the poor old sods who have to LIVE here and hear it every day, and after all, they’re the people you’re supposed to be THERE FOR. So FFS STFU and concentrate on making them smile. It’s the very LEAST you can do.

    I miss: Ward 6A, Royal Liverpool University Hospital, Prescot Street, Liverpool, UK.

    I fear: what my body has in store for me as I age.

    I feel: satisfied.

    I hear: the fan, blowing warm air around the camper van. One of the nicest sounds I know. :)

    I smell: fresh-baked sweet potato bread. I wish there was scratch ‘n’ sniff internet so you could smell it too… it’s heavenly.

    I crave: nothing, right this minute.

    I search: for visually interesting objects. (No need for me to change that one Bill… it’s perfect! Photographers to the core. :)

    I wonder: if it’s going to be a not so harsh winter this year?

    I regret: not having been a better daughter to my mum. I was a brat.

    I love: isn’t there a limit to the amount of characters you can use in a blog? :)

    I ache: all bloody over. Ugh. :P

    I care: too much for my own good at times.

    I always: enjoy the simple pleasures best.

    I am not: going to put too much salt on my fried chicken again next time.

    I believe: I’m a decent, honest person.

    I sing: aloud to the songs on my MP3 player whenever I have it on, no matter where I am.

    I dance: rarely and atrociously.

    I cry: if I get too drunk, sometimes.

    I don’t always: keep in touch with friends as often as I should, or would like to.

    I fight: hardly ever..

    I write: less than I used to, and that saddens me.

    I never: use superlatives meaninglessly. (Hahahaha Bill! :D )

    I listen: properly.

    I need: a glass of water.

    I am happy: to be alive. :)

    Tune in My Head, because Chelley wonders… :)

    ~*~*~

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