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| Name on Birth Certificate: White 1970 Vauxhall Viva (administrative mix-up) Nicknames: I have many many nick names, You can call me Krys Parents names:I'd like to think of myself as the offspring of Sonny and Cher, but on a more prosaic level, Linda and Chris Number of Candles that appeared on your last birthday cake: None 'appeared', they were there to begin with. Pets: Siamese Cats, joined at the hip. Eye Color: I have more then one eye. blue. Hair Color: I have more then one hair. Blonde. Best gift ever recieved: My butt, arguably. Been in love: Yes and I have the restraining orders to prove it. Been toilet papering: No, thats just the way I'm sitting. Favorite day of the week: Tweenday, the magical day between Tuesday and Wednesday, when those of us with fairy blood flit around the sleeping earth righting wrongs and playing pranks. We give leg cramps to the wicked, lovely dreams to virtuous but unhappy, and stifle in the crib those babies who are likely to grow up and send email questionnaires asking things like "what is your favorite day of the week." Favorite Sesame Street Character: The letter B How many times did you fail your permit or drivers test: The word 'fail' is such a judgemental term. Let us just say, that after my seventh attempt. The testers clubbed together to buy me a bus pass. What is your Deepest Fear: As I have no hope, I have no deep fears. Most of my fears are fairly shallow ones. Fear of other people eating my biscuits. Fear odd old ladies weeing themselves when they sit next to me on the bus. Fear of midgets. Stuff like that. When I was about 12, interestingly, I had a great fear of spontaneous teleportation. This is true. I had been reading a book on a baffling psychic phenomena, in particular the case of medieval monk who was suddenly transported halfway across Europe, and it came to obsess me. I can remember lying in bed at night worrying about what would happen if I suddenly found myself teleported into a strangers bedroom at the other end of the country. How would I explain it, and how would I then get home in my pajamas. I eventually started sleeping with money for trainfare stacked on my bedside table, althought whether I would have had time to grab it while dematerializing, God only knows. Last Person you recieved an Email from: Heath Ledgers lawyers, warning me not to contact their client again. What do you do when your bored: This. I fill in stupid questionnaires such as this. Living Arrangement: Grudgingly, from day to day. Future Childs Name: Zippy the Spaceboy. (?? may have misunderstood the question) Whats most important in life: Money. Chocolate. Chocolate money. Favorite Foods: Chocolate. Money. Chocolate and money sandwich. Do you like to drive fast: Both. What ws your first kind of car: Pedal. If you could meet one person dead or alive: That would be nice. Is the glass half empty or half full: Empty, with gum on the bottom. and someone probably let their dog drink out of it while I wasnt looking. Jerks. Do you type with your fingers on the right keys: what kind of spastic wrote that question? no I flail the keyboard randomly with my elbows. Geesh. Favorite Movies: That one where the person violently kills the woman who wrote a really stupid questionnaire and her whole family and then strung them up for all to see. oh and 'bambi' Say one thing nice about the person who sent this to you: They are 8000 miles away. Person least likely to respond to this: Heath Ledger. Favorite Joke: Life. |
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