All About ME ME ME!!

I was tagged by the lovely and talented Alli who seems to detect my vanity and self-love (not THAT kind, you perv).

The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer."

1) What was I doing 10 years ago?

I was 21, just finished having a weird mental breakdown because I calculated my age and was 1/5 of 100 years old (I'm a weird person, I admit that), 2 decades old and just about to leave university (even though I took an extra year because I'm a slacker). It was kind of a weird time; I was so burnt out of school that I seriously contemplated just dropping out. I also broke up with a really good friend of mine for reasons I won't go into here because it would be a really freaking long explanation.

2) What are 5 things on my to-do list for today?

To do list? Yeah, those don't get done. I'll write them but I forget to look at them afterwards. It's a disease.

3) Snacks I enjoy:

Chocolate crack, fresh frozen yogurt, gelato, iced coffee, slurpees, chocolate, nuts (typically almonds or cashews) and anything sour and sweet. Of course, with this stupid CORN allergy, most of those sour sugar things are out of my diet.

4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

I'm not sure we have enough time to talk about EVERYTHING I would do if I became a billionaire. We'll just hit the highlights, I think:

- pay off all my debts plus the debts of my loved ones

- buy a large home where I could convert part of it to a farm-type thing.

- hostile take over of Chapters (oh, oops, that already happened to them! HA! Suck it, asses! ... sorry, I used to work there and their management SUCKED)

- whatever the fuck I want. Dude, I'm a billionaire. Don't box me in with your rules.

Maybe I want to create myself a BatGirl costume with some cool BatGirl toys then go out and fight crime. Seriously, with BILLIONS, I could be Ninja Lostdwarf with no problem!

Imagine this: You're walking down a dark alley (like some idiot. In all seriousness, don't walk down dark alleys by yourself, all right? I don't care if you're some kind of feminist kickboxer genius. Feminism and your belief in your right to walk where you'd like isn't rapist/killer repellent. It's just stupidity and shows lack of common sense. ANYWAY), some guy attacks you and tries to steal your purse, rape you and kill you (maybe not in that order). THEN! A ninja falls to the ground nearby, seemingly out of nowhere (however, if you look up, you'll see a little BatCopter with a pink bow) and she kicks his ass! How awesome would that be?!

Seriously awesome. I really need to make my billions and learn how to be a ninja.

5) Places I have lived:

Um... well, I'm still in my (as yet, unreferenced) hometown. I've lived in various homes around my hometown but typically (outside of the first 3 months of my life), we've lived here.

6) Jobs I have had:

Waitress (I sucked at it, plus it was a diner-style Chinese fast food place but I still didn't get to say "Give me an order of canoes going down the river!")

Work yard for a recycling company (I got trapped under a blue recycling bin when it tipped on me. Those fuckers are HEAVY. The guy I worked with thought it was the most hilarious thing because I was basically right behind him, totting that bin thingy when he turned around and couldn't find me anymore but could only hear a really quiet, "Help.")

Pizza place phone person (I sucked at that too. I'm supposed to recognize fake addresses? I barely remember how to get home!)

Cashier (I got really good at that one, thank you, Disney and your previously amazing training program that now really sucks!)

Secretary and various office-type things. I don't mind working in an office, I just hate office politics. At least if you're a police man, you know someone's trying to shoot you or if you're a fireman, you know a building on fire can kill you. But how are you supposed to know that the girl who makes the coffee is trying to steal your job? I like my hazards in front of me, where I can see them.

Plus did I mention those times that my bosses were asses? Those suck too.

7) Bloggers I am tagging who I will enjoy getting to know better:

I think most of my neighbourhood's done this one. Mighty Jalapeno? You want in on this? Sunkist? Hurricane Hetta? Have you done one? Handtalker and Emily Sears? If you haven't done this, then TAG!