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A silly list is worth 35 words

I blatantly stole this from Ari's blog, where it had been equally swiped from some other guy's MySpace page.

You. Can. Only. Type. One. Word.

Not as easy as you might think.

1. Where is your cell phone? Purse
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend? Hubby
3. Your hair? Short
4. Work? Freelance
5. Your father? Anxious
6. Your favorite thing? Hugs
7. Your dream last night? Forgettable
8. Your favorite drink? Sumatra
9. Dream car? Mercedes
10. The room you're in? Disaster
11. Your pet? Maggie
12. Your fears? Overwhelming
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Smiling
14. Where did you hang out last night? Couch
15. What you're not good at? Patience
16. Eyebrow rings on the preferred sex? Unattractive
17. One of your wish list items? Lottery
18. Where you grew up? Kansas
19. The last thing you did? Shopped
20. What are you wearing? Shorts
21. What aren't you wearing? Makeup
22. The website GoofyAuctions.com (filled with eBay spoofs)? Huh?
23. Your computer? Lifeline
24. Your life? Chaotic
25. Your mood? Cautious
26. Missing? Mentors
27. What are you thinking about right now? Tiger
28. Your car? Reliable
29. Your work? Necessity
30. Your summer? Over
31. Your relationship status? Committed
32. Your favorite color? Wine
33. When is the last time you laughed? Morning
34. Last time you cried? August
35. School? Stress

Comments

Anonymous said…
23. Who is Tiger? The dog from the Brady Bunch?

Chilly
11:05 AM
Anonymous said…
I meant 27.

Chilly
11:07 AM
Amy said…
Tiger Woods. I was watching the golf tourney.
11:39 AM
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