icon meme!

I volunteered to do this in flemco's journal.

DIRECTIONS:
* reply to this post with the word MEME and I will pick six of your icons, or not, since, you know.
* make a post (including this info) and talk about the icons I chose. IF I chose any, that is.
* other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
* this will create a never ending cycle of icon glee.

Here are my six (and their explanations), yo:


Great white sharks are one of God's smilingest creatures ever. Next to crocodiles. They all want hugs, particularly from me.


Me and my best friend, wemble. We've known each since 1988, which is kind of scary when you wrap your brain around that. We are about as different as two people can possibly be and over the years, I've only wanted to kill her in her sleep a handful of times. We took this picture on my camera phone while in Target two years ago.


Gerard Way's neck. I want to lick it use this when I'm feeling triumphant over still actually being on this earth, despite all attempts to beat me down.


Aristotle, my snakey friend! He just turned a year old in October and in early February, it will be a year since he's been in my care. I turn into a big pile of mush when he does cute things, like yawning or drinking, even though he's a pain in my ass.


I actually nicked this icon from sanat & reyven, who apparently created it. Lucas always thinks this is a frog.


Even at the age of 34, I still have a serious problem with striped stockings. I took this photo in a booth at Denny's about eight years ago, right after I had came crawling home from the UK with my tail between my legs and wasn't quite sure where I was going to be living.

giving of the thanks

Holiday dinner went as well as to be expected. The turkey fell apart when I tried to hoist it out of the pan when it was done, dinner was an hour and a half late because I'm not so good with time management, and wemble narc'ed my brother out over a piece of pie.

I got strangely and vaguely surly mid-way through the day, which I am attributing to a case of the holiday-ick. I was surprisingly un-hungry and just pushed food around on my plate for twenty minutes, which isn't unusual when I've got a good surly brewing. The pendulum swung back after a bit and I started feeling like more like my normal, slightly chirpy self.

I did, however, at one point inform my father that after he dies and I receive my inheritance from him, I am going to be knee-deep in strippers and blow. He was not nearly as amused by this as I was. But that's ok, because shortly after, he rolled out his annual "Why don't you and Middle Brother talk to Eldest Brother? That's not right; you're family." speech we seem to have the pleasure of hearing every holiday function. Only there were no semi-colons involved because I'm fairly certain my father has no earthly idea of what a semi-colon even is, let alone- how to use one. Not to mention the fact he said it to me and didn't actually type it anywhere.

There is now a boatload of leftovers at my apartment (including two and a half pies!) and I am sitting at work about to eat my boots because I haven't been able to have lunch today and I am starving.

All in all, not to worst of holiday experiences. Despite the brief surly attitude and the bout of weepiness mid-afternoon because I was missing my mom pretty hardcore. Oh, and the cat deciding to run over my face when I was lying on the couch. I am now sporting a rather fetching scratch on my right eyelid which hurts and is swollen. The cat received no leftovers for his trangressions. Little bastard.