1: Dryer buzzing!

2: Openly Dislikes, but with social graces intact. we are mostly adults here. no lighting others on fire.

3: Appallingly Honest Boy. Mysterioso make-a me loco.

4: Busybusybusybusy Gogogogo! I get too depressed and nervous when there’s not enough to to (as I chew my fingernails to bloody stumps and tap my foot at 5 times my heart rate.)

5: Eehewww. Good one. Hands full of cuts. At least no smell. Also, could be mistaken for stigmata! (“Look Ben! I have stigmata!” “That’s great, Sonya.”)

6: Poland. I don’t know why, but I think the danes always have colds.

7: on the rocks. but I want a straw. don’t look at me like that.

8: yes okay sure I’ll play. what? I put the what where? can’t I just push it with my hands? That one moved, does that count?

9: Sri Lanka.

10: Boutros.

11:Knowing the rottweiler, there’s a good chance you’re going to have to dance for that mac and cheese now, sucka-foo. Dance baby, dance.

12: IHOP’s make me throw up, every time. I’m taking the one in the home court, though.

13: I’m sorry about the Velvet Rut.

14: Dear Sonya, are you going secretly crazy? yes, sonya, yes I am. Why is that, sonya? Because I can’t read minds, sonya. Really Sonya, not at all? A little, sonya, but not the right ones. That’s a bummer. Yes, sonya, it is.

I’m Danish AND Polish, and I have colds all the time. Right now, for instance.

1. the dog, yo. because you can totally tune a dog out. or at least i can. it comes from years of snoring, there’s this register that i can just tune right out.

2. dislike my ass, say it to my fucking face. don’t run around pretending to like me and telling folks that i’m the second coming of the funnest guy ever while you secretly loathe me and use my back as a goddamn knife block. and then, especially, don’t fucking move to chicago and pretend you like you own the place, bitch.

3. apallingly honest boy. because he’s more likely to play the “oh shit game” with you.

4. keep me busy. when i don’t have anything to do, i do the chica in question 2.

5. poop. i’ll remind me of the worst day of jr high. the papercuts would just piss me off. i’ll take the quiet unyielding anger of junior high over the all out pissiness that is the papercuts and chica number 2

6. denmark. because how sweet would it be to stand in a copenhagen alley, sniff the air and say. “something’s rotten in the state of denmark.” the optional line after this is “and hamlet’s taking out the trash.”

7. on the rocks, because sometimes the most hardcore thing of all, is not having to prove it.

8. 9ball, rack ‘em up yo.

10. yo yo ma. cuz he makes the dope, sweet ass music. unlike boutros boutros ghali’s momma.

11. die. keep your dignity. cuz sometimes, that shit comes in handy

12. capitol hill ihop. cuz it’s on the tour of hottie baristas of seattle. it’s like the giftshop and museum restaurant. and the floorshow is wicked tight.

13. you my girl, and i’ll always be lookin’ out for you. no matter where this life of sin be takin’ me. word.

14. so why am i feeling all conflicted about KU. i know there’s nothing to worry about, or even think about right now. but i’m still kinda waffly.

Are you not the same RECCIII who recently told me that I need to stop trying to make decisions when there are no decisions to be made? Chill, babybaby, chill. Take your own advice.

13. Alicia, you make me happy to be around you. You bring out the joyous carouser in me.

So…. Sven is Danish. So we choose Denmark.

Other than that
Dog:Openly:HONESTBOY:busy:-ewww-:Denmark:splashh20:Helskinki:Yo:Fat&Starch:Cap:I’ll marry you if you’d quit smoking. Polenta Friez? Sven’s hungry mama.

1. Dog. They can save your life.
2. Openly dislike me so I can punch you in the throat.
3. Senor Mysterioso. I will punch Apallingly Honest in the throat. See, and Senor Mysterioso, if that is his real name, is probably silly and not actually more mysterious. If he were just mysterious, he’d have a normal name and not make fun of himself. Apallingly Honest Boy would seriously call himself that. Seriously.
4. So busy. (It’s easier to stop than to get started up again.)
5. Papercuts. What’s with the poop, Scat Girl?
6. Denmark
7. Neat. And now, please.
8. Let me check my sources.
9. Sri Lanka.
10. Oh, Boutros my love.
11. Eat and mock. See, cuz eventually it would be found out that you starved on purpose and the mockery for that would be far worse, yo.
12. U District. I can still pretend people aren’t shooting up into my blueberry syrup there. And it reminds me of being 20. (And it’s so close to TUBBS.)
13. Do you want to go to Eastern Washington and drive tractors? We’d have to steal one because my dad doesn’t live there anymore.
14. Sonya, you are crazy. Into the henhouse with you. The feathers will fly. (Because I’m already in there and when you come in, we can sharpen our claws and then call upon Mr. Fox. It’ll be great. Who else wants to come.)

1. buzzing; I used to fall asleep next to the warm dryer when I was little.
2. even though it hurts more, honesty.
3. mystery is better, it leaves more to find out. unless the mystery is homicidal mania.
4. rut, because I could fill my time with painting.
5. papercuts, I’m used to it.
6. Denmark, totally
7. absolutely neat (or Absolut-ly neat?)(sorry, I love stupid puns)
8. The one where they *don’t* have to be in order.
9. Sydney; I was born in Australia & haven’t been back yet.
10. Ma
11. dignity, besides I can’t eat food I don’t like, no matter how hungry. unless I was stranded with a group and we resorted to cannibalism.
12. no idea
13. you look a bit like a friend of mine, but thinner.
14. superstition, shmuperstition.

hey baby, i’m not stressing
i’m just having fun with this topic

you said entertain you
so i tried

1. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
2. “At least with enemies you know where they stand.”
3. Neither. I’m single.
4. BIZZZAY
5. “aw, poop”
6. Po-land
7. Neat. Fupp this “on tha roxxx” shit.
8. Nine-ball.
9. Sydney. I want to see the water spin the other way down the drain.
10. Yo yo yo!
11. Eat it. A person who dies with dignity about not eating mac’n’cheese is still dead.
12. The IHOP on Hillside by 169th in Jamaica
13. …
14. When are you going to visit me?

Sorry, getting into the game a little late (stupid, stupid laptop. Or maybe it’s the stupid cellphone/modem, or perhaps the *whisper* really, really stupid internet browser — OUCH! Damn, that Bill has good hearing!)

1. Unfortunately, the litter box is right below my head, so I’m going to have to say the f.d. Bob.

2. Honesty always.

3. Assuming these can be female, please see answer #2 above.

4. Busy, BUSY please. Don’t make me stay home with the television on. It makes my brain hurt.

5. Hm, is it WARM poop? Because you know, that might feel kind of relaxing to the tootsies, although I can’t stand the smell. Oh, hell gimme that sheet of 20-lb bond.

6. Never been to Poland, so I’ll take that one.

7. Straight up and neat, ‘cause sometimes there just ain’t no ice around and that shouldn’t get in the way of having a drink when you want one.

8. 9 ball.

9. Sri Lanka

10. Yo

11. Eat the mac&cheese. Anybody who would mock a starving person isn’t worth my spit.

12. CapHill

13. Damn, I wish I could come up with something better, but my brain hurts too much this morning so — why freesia?

14. Spending the rest of your life with someone who drives you crazy in both good and bad ways in equal measure or spending the rest of your life in a state of unattached bliss?

1. Dog howling. For god’s sake.
2. Openly dislikes. I take my hostility straight.
3. Appallingly-Honest. See above.
4. So busy.
5. Papercuts.
6. Denmark.
7. Neat.
8. 8-ball.
9. Sydney.
10. Boutros Boutros-Ghali ‘cause he said: The way to deal with bureaucrats is with stealth and sudden violence.
11. MWA-HA!
12. U-District.
13. Yeah: don’t marry Sven.
14. Dead in an alley with your pants around your ankles and a .38 slug in the back of the head or alive in a suburban track home with an SUV in the driveway? Answer: better dead than stupid.

And yes, Mr. Comte, I know it’s “tract home”. Thank you.

1. Dryer buzz.

2. Open dislike. The Door-Scratcher was one of those “Hiiiiiiii, I haven’t talked to you in sooooooooo loooooooong” people and she should have been punched in the throat. Like, you’re a bitch and we hate each other. What’s so hard about that? Isn’t it much simpler to just avoid me than to pretend to be all sucky-up and nicey-nice so the boys won’t recognize the mean bitch that you are?

3. As I am Appallingly-Honest-Girl, I’d have to go with Senor Mysterioso to avoid bloodshed.

4. You’ll get to sleep when you’re dead, baby.

5. Eeew, the poop shoes just ruined my morning. Papercuts totally suck but they’re better than poop.

6. Denmark is cleaner but Slavs have the best accents. Can I tour Denmark with a bunch of Polish boys? Is that an option? No sex or anything, they’d just talk a lot.

7. Neat, neat, neat.

8. Huh?

9. I SO want to go to Australia!

10. Boutros-Boutros eating cous-cous.

11. Josh mocks me already, so what have I got to lose? Plus, he helped me avoid death-by-McMenamin’s mac-n-cheese once, so I owe him. I’d let him choose, and he likes mocking more than he likes seeing dead people, so I’m guessing that he’d share the macaroni.

12. I refuse to believe that the Cap Hill IHOP is still in business.

13. Why don’t I see you more often?

14. White cotton with sparkly pink trim, and the logo says (I actually just unzipped to double-check) “Popcorn Princess.” Sjet got them for me last time she went to Idaho.

13: Want to go get some polenta fries?

1:Dryer. Least offensive of the bunch, most allowing of continued sleeping. Best chance for a pleasant morning later.
2:Open dislike.
3:Appallingly-honest boy. Always know where you stand.
4:sobusyyoudonthavetimeforspacesorpunctuation
5:poo. happens all the time. I can deal with that.
6:Poland. On SAS, via Copenhagen.
7:cheap hooch, rocks. good hooch neat
8:9 ball.
9:Sri Lanka. Where I’d apparently be seeing a lot of people I know.
10:Mr. Boutros Ghali, please.
11:You could always eat him and leave the mac to get cold. Of course, that would involve killing him, and then he’d be dead, (which I certainly can’t advocate) but then he wouldn’t be around to mock you. Which he might, whether you ate the mac or not. So just eat the mac and everyone lives to tell the tale.
12:Gak. Neither. I’d starve to death first, and keep my dignity.
13:Not yet. I’m taking a raincheck, though.
14:mood, or visibility?

1. Dryer. After an hour or so you’ll tune it out and not have to worry about it for the rest of the night.
2. Open dislike.
3. She moves in mysterious ways.
4. Time, time, lots of time. I’m already there, and I enjoy having lots of time to think.
5. Papercuts. At least retching wouldn’t be involved.
6. Denmark, I guess.
7. On the rocks.
8. 8 ball.
9. Do you get to choose the time of year? Either Sydney in January or Stockholm in July.
10. Boutros!
11. That’s a tough one. Mac is so nasty. I’d probably starve.
12. IHOP. Whichever one is closer to you, dear.
13. Have you read my email? You never come visit anymore. We miss you.
14. Blissful ignorance, or excruciatingly complete knowledge?

1. Dryer, only not the middle of the night. More like 10 AM when all normal people are supposed to be asleep.
2. Doesn’t matter. I can tell. But it’s usually not for long… they mysteriously disappear soon after.
3. Mysterioso.
4. Busy
5. Papercuts
6. I have to agree with chorizo on this one, only for me it’d be Poland, via SEA, SFO, LHR on UA, then CPH on SAS, then FRA and WAW on LH. That’s 9323 Premier-qualifying miles, and 17061 total miles. Each way.
7. Neat.
8. 8
9. Sri Lanka. Done Sydney twice. Stockholm might be cool, but it’s too damn cold right now. I am doing warm for my next trip.
10. Boutros my man.
11. Death.
12. Which one has hotter wait-staff?
13. So come over.
14. Craps or Blackjack?

What? Josh, my grandparents used to live in a house that had railroad tracks running right next to it, so I KNOW there are such things as “track homes”…

hey molly! don’t be tryin to move in on my polenta fry action ;p)

1. Dryer buzzing … although I have a greater appreciation for dryers that hum. I once convinced a friend, in a room crushed by smoke and my beautiful glass bong in hand, that the dog featured in Pink Floyd’s Animals was, indeed, howling from the lawyers’ office below us. Poor Seamus. Why do I mention this? *shrugs*

2. One who dislikes me … for the potential of sexual reconciliation does not exist otherwise.

3. Haven’t we all mocked the appallingly honest, and secretly lusted for the mysterious?

4. For most of my life, in the rut. The past twelve months are a different story.

5. Papercuts. December taught me of papercuts.

6. Poland. I am half Polish.

7. Neat. Glenmorangie Sherry Wood Finish was a recent favorite. I should buy a bottle tomorrow.

8. Nine ball. 4637 North Milwaukee Avenue. Think of Vincent Lauria and Grady Seasons, first encounter, and you will know where I spent the weekends of my youth.

9. Sydney, but to the south and west.

10. Yo-Yo. I was in the audience for Slatkin’s last performance conducting the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra. Ma was a featured soloist. Letterman, to my knowledge, never mocked Yo-Yo.

11. Death with dignity. Unless, of course, the dogman was eating Annie’s Peace Pasta and Parmesan. I would be compelled to reconsider.

12. Shame that Cafe Du Monde is not a choice.

13. *evil cackle* I will reserve these comments for a private forum.

14. Citizen Kane. Best ever? Ask me tomorrow, after I have seen it for the first time. (Blessed are Apple’s Cinema Displays.)

hoboy. Private forum, eh? (Who are you?)