We will forgo our un-regularly scheduled post….when really I didn’t even have one until today. And send you off to HOTDADS to check out the discussion they’re all having about my nuts. Seems that some people want me to detach them. You know, the whole do you want any more kids debate. But first, yes there is a but, DAWN thinks I’m cool and (honest?) (don’t you know what the good writers say about good non-fiction? Something about being honest in your writings, but I’m not totally sure. Hey, it’s real if I think it, isn’t it?) bestowed the Honesty award on me. Yeah! Thanks Dawn. But there was a catch, I had to spill my guts out in the form of the following Q&A session.
Share 1 thing that no one knows about you. - I am allergic to Sucrose. As in, sugar from sugar cane. You know, the stuff our childhood dreams are made of. I don’t know if it can actually be classified as an allergy, (because my allergy doctor never heard of it). But if I eat a couple giant candy bars, I will be sick within two days, with the worst sinus infection/cold/soarthroat/death you have ever seen. I can eat any other type of sugar though. Corn Syrup, high fructose corn syrup, glucose, dextrose, splenda, fructose. Trust me, I know my sugars well. Fructose is my friend, I use it in everything. Get it bulk at Whole Foods.
What is your biggest regret in life? Not applying myself in school, and not going to college. I got started early with bad study and attendance habits. So by the time college came around, and most of my high school friends shipped off, I got a job at Trader Joe’s, turned my apartment into a 24/7 party house, and started slinging drugs to make rent. Not exactly the life my Mormon parents had intended for me. But now I am doing college courses online while raising the kids. Perhaps in twenty years I will have a basic degree.
Have you ever been jealous of someone else’s blog page and why? – Sure, sure. Everytime I see a blog with 50+ comments on each post, and all they talk about is their mundane daily life, and what flavor coffee they had that morning, and their writing style is shitty, I just want to puke.
What would you do for a $1,000 dollars? - Not much, but for a Klondike bar, now for that I would do just about anything. As long as Lilly isn’t around to see it.
What secretly makes you happy? - When people like me, I mean, when they really really like me. But also, when I think about how I never have to work for the rest of my life. Yeah, that tops the cake. I can just sit back and bask in the joys…...of chasing kids around the streets for ever, while spending all of my hardworking wife’s money on amazon. Yeah, that’s the stuff grown men’s dreams are made of.
If you could go back in time, would you still pick the person you are with right now? And why. - Let’s see, Lilly are you reading?...... Well if Lilly and Milla Jovovich were standing in a line up…..
What do you like or dislike about my blog page. – You mean my blog, as in this blog? Or my blog, as in your blog? I plead the, uhm…
If you could take a trip anywhere, who would you take with you? – I would take myself on a trip to hell. So I could see how good this life really is. How’s that for honesty?
Monday, May 24
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2 commentary:
Thanks for the um.... Honesty?? :)
I just read what I wrote for the second time, and noticed I was thinking out loud as I typed. See Dawn, you got the unedited version of my writing. On a typical post, particularly ones with dialouge, I treat it like an essay, rewriting and fine tuning it untill I have what I think is a masterpiece. My first drafts are often filled with my intense cynicism, foul language, overly aggressive sarcasm, and a lot of whining. But I always clean it up in later drafts, in hopes of pleasing a wider audience and because i want to look more respectable than I think I really am. So what you have above, is what really goes on in my brain as i write, only this time it's exactly as I first thunk it. I swear some of that was funny as I was thunking it.
In other words, you caught me with my digital pants down.
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