ok, so there’s this fun new game, right? and what happens is, you will read this post and revel in my humour and creativity and coolness and then you will wanna play. and how you play is you leave me a comment suggesting that i assign you a letter (and i will be ruthless in my favourtism – ie. i’ll prolly give you a letter that i think you’d get a lot of inspiration from) and you post the same thing as i’ve done: 10 words beginning with your letter and a brief description of what the word means to you and why. then you get to make your readers your letter bitches.
it took me awhile to do it, but I got my letter from Cat…go visit her blog for a review of the letter G (this is so seasame street…). Avery’s mom also was assigned a letter by Cat, F. I could have done so much with that letter. SO MUCH. But alas, L, here I come:
Love – i fall in love with people really easily. and it sticks. i can’t completely ever fall out. it’s both a weakness and a strength. normally seen as weak only when they don’t love me back…
Labour – i’m finding myself less and less scared of labour. probably since the thought of a csection is realistic and i know there’s going to be good drugs in time for it. the healing doesn’t even worry me that much, since apparently, the healing from my last surgery was mega shitty and i have very little memory of THAT.
Lime – i can’t hear, read or speak this word without getting that stupid jimmy buffet song in my head. and i do not eat the lime with my tequila, thankyouverymuch.
Lions – the football team means nothing and half of my baby’s apparel is covered in soft little liony guys. besides that, when my hair has gone to be wet and woken up dry, i have a bright red mane, kinda like Simba’s father, in the lion king.
Liver – I’VE TRIED TO LIKE IT, i really have. i just can’t.
Laziness – is next to godliness, depending on the reasoning for it. most of the time lately, i have the excuse of baby pains and the fact that uprightedness and i are not getting along. soon i will have a good excuse of needing to sleep in between being a milk machine. it will be great!
Lists – you know i’m going manic when i start making mental lists. then i make paper ones. then i make paper ones of all of the paper ones i’ve made. lists are immensely helpful to me, as the ADD factor severly comprimises my productivity during mania – and during mania, all i want is to be UBER-productive.
Labels – if i had a label maker, my apartment would resemble labelworld. a world made of labels. complete with a label directing visitors to the label maker’s home and a label reminding labellers to completely close the label maker’s drawer when taking it out and putting it away.
Lips – i’ve really just run out of L words. so think of something dirty, and then give me credit for it.
Labret – i miss my labret and want to get it redone, but won’t for some years, since a newborn and then a toddler does not need a piercing to grab onto. and i don’t heal especially fast, so it would always be open and subject to being pulled out. maybe when my sister finishes her piercing apprenticeship, i will let her poke me.
