Gonads and strife.

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Because yay! a2zmom tagged me. ETA: And aloneinthetown. Yay!

5 Habits Of A Highly Wonky Woman.

1. I go into those stores that sell Hello Kitty products just because I like the smell of plastic.

2. Mornings make me nauseous. Physically. Like I'm pregnant. Only without everything else, including the conception sex.

3. I spend a little time every year seriously contemplating why someone real hasn't tried to become Batman yet.

4. I play MASH with my friends. A lot. But we only do the marriage part, besides the new category we added. Currently I'm married to the Crocodile Hunter but have twice a year hot love affairs with Yan Can Cook.

5. Sometimes I still say Weeee Beep!.

I tag anyone who hasn't done this yet.

Comments

[mshepnj.livejournal.com]

I hate the smell of plastic. Sometimes it makes me queasy. OTOH, I have a fondness for Hello Kitty and friends. We have a Hello Kitty calculator tht my daughter received as a gift when she was 5. It's the best ever! Hubby uses to balance the checkbook, and it's so cute to see my big teddy bear of a guy clicking away on pink Hello Kitty calculator.

What's MASH?

[tkp.livejournal.com]

The thing is, I don't like Hello Kitty products. I think they're scary and . . . way too cute. And happy. *shudders* But plastic? mmm mmm mm.

I'm sad so many of you don't know how to play MASH! Here's what I told someone else:

MASH stands for Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House. It's a middle school type game wherein you list jobs you might have, people you might marry, how many kids you might have, and places you might live (thus the mansion, etc aspect of it.) Usually you get to choose two and then your friends choose (they choose evilly because they want to screw you over).

Okay, so once you have your list, one of your friends starts drawing a spiral. You tell them when to stop, then you count the number of circles in the spiral, and you have your number.

Say it's three. So, then you go through your list and cross off every third thing. So, skip mansion, apartment, cross off shack, skip house, Brad Pitt, cross off Richard Simmons, skip boy next door, Bill Gates, cross off accountant. When you get to the end of the list, you don't stop counting, you just go back to the beginning. When all but one are crossed off in a category, you're going to get that thing, and you skip it when you do the rest of the counting for your crossing off. Eventually you're left with one thing in each category, and that's your future.

It's a stupid, stupid game. I love it!

[mshepnj.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhh... It sounds gloriously stupid!

I bet it's best after drinking many shots... or maybe not. My math skills deterioriate after I've had a few. I'd probably end up unemployed living in a cardboard box with Stumpy the homeless troll.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

lol! It's always best when you end up unemployed married to Stumpy, but you live in a mansion or some wacky thing like that.

Weirdly, I've never played it while drinking (well, I never do shots anyway). I should try it.