91 Things Still Not Accounted For

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I've been trying to work on my "101 Things About Me" list this week. (Note: If you missed the first installment, click here.) Unfortunately, I'm still not used to working full-time, so I'm pretty wiped when I come home. So, in a bold move, I've been saving my ideas throughout the work day to an unpublished entry, being extremely grateful that none of my coworkers are internet-savvy enough to know what Movable Type is, much less recognize the user interface of it from my monitor. Anywho, I now present you with five more things you never wanted to know.

  1. I am deathly afraid of stop signs at busy intersections. I panic every time I pull up to one, thinking that I'm going to go at the wrong time and piss everyone else off.
  2. My longest relationship to date was with one of my best friends' Betta fish. His name was Hercules, and we dated for a year (until his death on September 2, 2007).
  3. I did not want to be a veterinarian or a teacher or an astronaut when I was a child. I wanted to be the CEO of a large corporation. I envisioned working in an office with lots of windows at the top of a skyscraper.
  4. I do not like french fries, chips, or pretzels. They waste space in my stomach that could be better used for chocolate.
  5. Being too close to fireworks makes me nervous because I once had a burning piece of ash land in my eye on Independence Day.
Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

The only french fries that I like are the ones that my aunt makes. The rest are just meh. Except McDonalds' fries. Those are more like BLEGH!

Jace of Fuse!

Jace of Fuse!

6. If you piss someone off, just consider it a preemptive strike.

7. You're going to let something like death get in the way of true love?

9. Fries. They spend their entire growing existence buried in dirt. Is there any wonder that they would taste like dirt in their post-subterranean afterlife? (As a side note their buried life and upheaved death is a "starchy" contrast to other life forms.)

10. I somehow took the name Fuse! in the 10th or 11th grade when I was scolded by my teacher for attempting to make fireworks in class. She threw away my black powder and length of fuse which I complained about for weeks. (True story.) The name Jace was given to me at an event my parents like to refer to as a birth. Apparently I was present but I do not remember the incident so I consider the claims unvalidated.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Thursday's Child - I eat about seven fries any time I'm eating at a fast food establishment. Somehow, it seems like a crime not to do so.

Jace of Fuse! - Actually, Boy (the one who purchased and housed my fish boyfriend) plans on resurrecting Hercules — who is part god, after all — as soon as he has the money to do so. I haven't broken up with him on Facebook, as you may have noticed.

Also, I was wondering about the origins of your nickname. Awesome story!

Zoe

Zoe

Gosh...I just realised that even though I've been heading over here for weeks now, I've never once said hello! Please accept my humble apologies and know I'm lurking!

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Zoe - Oh my goodness!! Welcome! I'm so happy to know that one of my favoritest Diaryland people ever has ventured over to the new site! Exclamation point! I've been lurking on your site, too, so no worries. We'll start a club with a secret handshake and sing songs of lurking. And songs of pillaging, too, just for the heck of it. :)