• MissB
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      • In response to: "Who are you?" I am only a sort of a thing in the dreams of the Red King; if he was to wake up, they tell me I would "go out -- Bang! -- just like a candle!"
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    • My money's on the bear

      • Okay, if the fight was taking place on land then obviously the bear would win. Unless the shark was some sort of super-shark that was able to …

      • answered by MissB on 03/09/2009
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    • The dangers of ending relationships and packing kitchen equipment...

      • There is a small and faded -- yet very visible if one is looking for it -- scar on the inside of the middle-joint of my right ring-finger.

        After an old lover and I broke up and he moved out, I also moved, shortly after -- I couldn't afford the rent at that apartment if I was living there alone. I was packing things up, boxing up kitchen items, and I went to pack up the cheap-o blender/food processer, which was sitting quietly on top of the refrigerator. I reached up and grabbed it, put it on the counter, and went to grab a box. Suddenly, I noticed blood pouring down my arm. Unusual. Further investigation revealed that the ring finger of my right hand was sliced cleanly open, down to the bone, practically. And bleeding like you wouldn't believe. After bleeding all over myself and the floor, I got positioned over the sink. Ran cold water over it for a moment, to make sure there was no ickiness not being washed away by all the blood. Bled into the sink for a bit, and then applied a wad of paper towels to the sliced open flesh and pressed hard.

        What had happened was, my brilliant (do you see the sarcasm dripping off that word?) ex had decided to store the blades of the food processer sticking out of the top of the part where you insert the food. So when I reached up and grabbed it, I drove one of the blades right through my finger.

        Probably, I ought to have gotten stitches. But at the time, I had no health insurance. So I waited for nearly an hour for the blood to stop flowing, wrapped things up in several band-aids, and let nature take its course. It healed surprisingly quickly and surprisingly well, actually.

        It still feels slightly different -- rather, it responds to feeling slightly differently -- than the rest of that finger.

        And the scar is still visible.

      • answered by MissB on 02/23/2009
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    • Despite the length of this list, my purse is actually not that huge...

      • This is the bare-bones minimum of what is always, at all times, in my purse. Frequent additions to this include my camera, a small collapsible umbrella, hand lotion, condoms, band-aids, fingerless gloves (I can't wear gloves with fingertips for some reason), and other random and arbitrary bits of nonsense.


        Wallet
        It's helpful to pretend I actually have money if I need it. Also, it houses my personal business cards-that-aren't-for-business, all the cards and contact scraps of paper I collect from others, the endless amounts of change I manage to accumulate, insurance cards, debit card, company credit card, ID, and anything else random and small enough to fit inside of it.


        2 small notebooks
        One always needs paper -- to jot notes, lists, snatches of overheard conversation, phone numbers, directions. Anything, really. Plus, notebooks are fun, and miniature anythings are even more fun.


        3 pens
        One is a very nice (though not terribly expensive) green metal pen -- I love this pen. Its ink is black, it has a very pleasant heft in my hand, and it is very shiny. One is a very fine-tipped pen with sepia ink. This is my very favorite color to write in, and I cannot for the life of me remember where the hell I got this pen. The other is a plain black nothing pen. I'm not sure why I carry it around, you'd think the other two would be sufficient.


        black Sharpie
        In case I feel the urge to write on a wall or something in some public place


        tin of Altoids
        I am addicted to them (though I sincerely wish they would come out with clove flavored ones). Also, I love things in tins.


        cell phone
        To conduct drug deals (not really). Also, whenever I need to remember something, like a brief shopping list or something, I stick a small post-it note on the side of my phone.


        access card to my office
        ummm...so I can get into my office


        small package of kleenex
        Because it turns out that blowing your nose into your sleeve is somewhat frowned upon in polite society. Who knew?


        handful of cough drops
        I have been coughing my lungs up lately. Not fun.


        at least one type of lip balm
        Nobody likes having dry lips


        at least one kind of lipstick/gloss/something along those lines
        I like wearing color on my mouth, and hate having it fade off


        pressed powder compact
        So I can stay semi-refreshed looking even after most of a day at work


        plastic hair pins
        To pin back my hair, when it is annoying me, or very windy out, or I feel like channeling my inner Victorian heroine


        a book or magazine of some sort
        I like to read. All the time.


        my old lady day-of-the-week pill sorter
        I need to take daily meds and vitamins, and without this thing I cannot ever remember whether I've taken them or whether I'm just remembering taking them some other time previously.


        keys
        It's important to be able to get back into my apartment at the end of the day. Not to mention my mailbox, my best friend's house, and other random places.


      • answered by MissB on 02/22/2009
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    • If I could tame a wild animal

      • Giraffe. No question about it. But not an ordinary run-of-the-mill everyday sort of giraffe. No -- I would have an apartment-sized giraffe. Around 3 or 4 feet tall. The perfect sort of giraffe to keep in the city. He would wear bow ties, maybe -- a whole line of them all the way down his neck. And I would take him for walks around the neighborhood, downtown, and How Awesome Would That Be???

        {answer: thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis awesome!}

        If he was careful of his hooves, he could sleep all splayed out at the foot of my bed at night, and sit on the floor next to the couch with his head resting in my lap when I watch movies. I would share my popcorn with him. And I would be the happiest giraffe-owningest girl in town.

      • answered by MissB on 01/31/2009
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    • If I had easy access to a helicopter, I'd fly to Nowhere this weekend

      • Wow, apparently Nowhere comes with a map and everything. Now I kind of want to go...

        See, I said Nowhere because really the thought of flying in a helicopter rates very high on my list of Unpleasant Things I Do Not Want To Do, Ever. I am not a good plane passenger -- a helicopter could only be worse. I can't even imagine. It's odd, because I am neither afraid of flying nor of heights. Still, the panic attacks I am forced to quell with massive doses of anti-panic pills every time I board an airplane are undeniable. Not to mention the fact that flying makes me feel vaguely ill and fucks with my inner-ears something crazy. So, no helicopter rides in this girl's forseeable future.

        However...I really want to go to Nowhere. Perhaps by train...

      • answered by MissB on 01/31/2009
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