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Rules: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.
1. My first word was 'cake'.
2. I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared of what's in it.
3. I can't leave my skin alone - which is a fucking nightmare when you have a new tattoo.
4. Sometimes I look at people and I see how they die. It's not enjoyable. It's not everyone. It's just the worst sort of precognition.
5. My baby toes are slightly deformed; it's called hammer-toe.
6. Sometimes, I stand on the platform at train stations and calculate when would be the most effective moment to jump.
7. Sometimes I think I might actually do it, and make myself move away from the edge because I have no reason or desire to die yet.
8. Then again, I wouldn't be that bothered if I did. I'm not suicidal in any way. I'm just grossly indifferent.
9. I always feel like something big is yet to happen to me - something that will change my life, and I'm just coasting toward it, waiting to see what it is. I don't care much about my future, because I'm still taking that concept for granted.
10. I hate the colour of my skin and wish I was paler.
I don't really like tagging people. If you want to do it, consider yourself tagged.
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Rules: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.
1. My first word was 'cake'.
2. I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared of what's in it.
3. I can't leave my skin alone - which is a fucking nightmare when you have a new tattoo.
4. Sometimes I look at people and I see how they die. It's not enjoyable. It's not everyone. It's just the worst sort of precognition.
5. My baby toes are slightly deformed; it's called hammer-toe.
6. Sometimes, I stand on the platform at train stations and calculate when would be the most effective moment to jump.
7. Sometimes I think I might actually do it, and make myself move away from the edge because I have no reason or desire to die yet.
8. Then again, I wouldn't be that bothered if I did. I'm not suicidal in any way. I'm just grossly indifferent.
9. I always feel like something big is yet to happen to me - something that will change my life, and I'm just coasting toward it, waiting to see what it is. I don't care much about my future, because I'm still taking that concept for granted.
10. I hate the colour of my skin and wish I was paler.
I don't really like tagging people. If you want to do it, consider yourself tagged.
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on 2007-02-18 09:41 pm (UTC)And I've always wondered: Have you ever seen anything about me?
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on 2007-02-18 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-18 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-18 09:57 pm (UTC)If I did know, dude, I would not tell you. No one needs to know that shit about themselves.
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on 2007-02-19 12:43 am (UTC)I do the train thing too.
If we meet when we should up here and you see something, tell me. I'm morbidly curious.
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on 2007-02-19 02:45 am (UTC)Maybe I'll put some more thought into it now I'm a bit less all over the place.
From what I've seen, I think your colouring is stunning.
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on 2007-02-19 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-19 03:06 am (UTC)i do #6 except it's when i'm in my car.
i have a feeling that i'm going to die in my car or in a auto related incident. very creepy.
♥
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on 2007-02-19 07:17 am (UTC)My family are part Native American and we're all a bit spooky like that, so I'm guessing that's where it comes from. Like a lingering sixth sense.