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Aggghhhh. I've been tagged - thanks Em!

OK, here goes...

8 random things about me
  1. I don't know my left from my right
  2. My first every boyfriend is now gay (not related to 1. above)
  3. I panic if my head goes under water
  4. I smoked my first spliff in Moscow in November 1990
  5. I am half-American, a quarter Irish and a quarter British. Alpha is half Kiwi and half Fijian. Which makes the girls err...
  6. I avoid going out on Friday nights because Ugly Betty is on TV (lame, but true)
  7. My favorite novel of all time is Jay McInerney's Story of My Life
  8. I still can't ride a bicycle properly, but I can ice-skate backwards

I think this tagging thing means I am now obliged to spread the joy, so Kim, Mary Mary, Lucinda and Kris, consider yourselves well and truly tagged.

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Anonymous said…
"every" -> "ever" unless you are trying to say they are ALL gay? I hope Alpha was never your boyfriend before he became your husband. Perhaps you should avoid getting too friendly with him in that case.
6:49 pm
Kris said…
You should get Tivo so you can have your Fridays back! Although, if you're anything like me, you'll still stay home. ;)

Wow, you smoked.... pot in MOSCOW?? Is that what a spliff is? I would have been to scared to even go there back then.

Duly noted that I've been tagged. I'll get to it soon!
11:32 pm
Kate B. said…
The jury is still out on Alpha. All I can comment on is that he gets LOTS of looks from both genders and often says that he wishes he was gay so that he didn't have to listen to my bitching. Ho hum.

Kris - yep, it was pot. And I have two words to say on the subject: "young" and "dumb". Oh, and lucky that I didn't end up in a Russki slammer.

Fun though.

Looking forward to your tag response!
12:09 am
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