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

[tkp.livejournal.com]

It doesn't seem like you'd have to be as rich as Bill Gates to at least be a pseudo Batman. And a lot of rich people are psycho. Just look at the things they spend money on.

I think about it a lot, but it struck me the other day again when I was watching some weird thing about some skier. His goal in life is to achieve this life threatening skiing feat. Sometimes I just wonder if you have the athletic skills and the money for hobbies like that, plus the complete psycho daredevilness, why don't you do something useful, huh? (Of course, it costs more to be Batman than to ski, but that's just an example of something that makes me think about it.)