I was talking with Talina, who had tagged me for a meme, and expressed the thought that I have exhausted all information about myself, if indeed, any of my readers were at all interested in more crap about me.
She was all “What? You never had a gay boyfriend?”
From that question was born the six non-important things about me:
- I had a boyfriend that didn’t know he was gay until long after we broke up. We stayed friends because we always made each other laugh our holes out. The weird thing? My sister married his uncle, who came out of the closet early in the marriage. He used to call his uncle “Aunt Bobby”.
- I have to have a new photograph taken for the psychic network that I am forbidden to name. I’m freaking out about it. I need a photographer with a soft lens. Angella, can you teleport that lensbaby to me?
- I usually get ideas for blog stories by drinking wine and recalling them to Warrior Woman. The stories are all true.
- I have a fabulous visual memory, but am essentially dyslexic when it comes to all things auditory. I can barely remember a well-known voice over the phone, and I totally can’t remember a tune. Nobody wants to hear me sing. Nobody.
- I don’t bite my nails.
- I used to be a clean freak. You would never suspect it now.
I put this out there to everyone who is stuck for blog fodder. I had thought about making up my own meme, but I suspect it would include devious ways to get your spouse to do domestic chores, or the fabulousness of my neti pot, and really, who needs that?
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Katrina Says:
