Burgers and french fries. They don't even taste good to me, and I know I don't need them stapled to my backside.
2. Are you clumsy or graceful?
Graceful. Between a grandmother who made me walk around with books on my head and all the yoga classes I take, I move like my head is suspended from the proverbial string in the ceiling.
3. What is it too late for?
Med school. It's a damn shame, because the more I think about it the more sure I am that I'd be a good forensic pathologist, and it's not because I watch too much CSI (I've never watched that show). I'm not squeamish at all about blood, decay, or any other type of filth, I'm good at hands-on work and at scanning for details and discrepancies and at memorizing and synthesizing information about natural phenomena, and I like lab-type work (it has some affinities with cooking, another thing I like and am good at). I was never interested in being a doctor because I can't stand listening to people talk about their illnesses and I don't have the people skills to deal with patients, but I see forensic pathology as doing a service to the dead, and that's the kind of work I could be proud of. Maybe in my next lifetime.
4. What/who was your first love?
R., a leather-jacket badass with pale blue eyes and a secret penchant for Air Supply.
5. Friday fill in: I believe that ____ will _____ .
I believe that GW Bush will move out of the White House someday, leaving a damaged country behind him.
