Labels. Don't ever try to wax with labels, it just doesn't work. On that random note, let me explain the subject of todays banter. No thanks to someone up in a former British vacation resort (which they gave up, it was too cold and the people over there had the weirdest accent), I now have to publicly disclose 7 factoids on my oh-so-private self. I don't know what would happen though, were I to deny/refuse/ignore the unwanted mission. Would an anvil fall on my left foot while I got hit by a truck full of live but headless chicken? Would my garden be invaded by blood-sucking locusts ? I'll take my chances, I don't care. I don't even have a garden... Allright, I won't, I'll do the damn thing.
The rules of this annoying game are:
1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog
(http://wrywriter.com/, aforementionned person living somewhere in mapple syrup country)
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
I'll do the first 2 but since I'm ADD, I will have switched to dusting my cellar by the time I reach #3...Where was I? Eeerrmmm...aahaa ! Facts. Tadaaaa :
1. I love confusing American tourists on the Parisian Metro by helping them when they're lost. They won't believe I'm not really American (it's all about the accent).
2. I hate garlic more than Dracula does.
3. I sometimes misuse my ADD to my very own advantage (grin. What? Who? Hu? Oh, not that often...)
4. I cook without ever using a cookbook or a recipe, even desserts. Thus, people think I'm a good cook.
5. I only have eight toes in total, I'm actually a salamander.
6. I have interviewed the person I most wanted to meet on the planet and she told me my interview was one of the best she'd ever done. Shara Worden, last week, I'm boasting, I'm so proud, I know...
6. I once cried during a rock concert (actually on 4 different songs). Shara Worden, last week, not very butchy, I know...
I think I have to eat now. Or is it time to dust my cellar? Wait. Do I even have one? I can't remember. If you can read this, make me a sandwich. I like mustard. Did you even notice there was no #7 ? Now you are lost.
Wry Writer, I will have my revenge... Poutine is best served cold. I don't even know what that means but yeah I'll be back. Or maybe I'll be Sarah Connor...?
Or Lena Headey. Heh heh just because..
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