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linden_jayPersonal Hell Meme: You list your least favorite things, then put them together, to show what your own hell would be, should hell exist and should you have the misfortune to end up there.
A) Three things that, if I eat them, make me physically ill:
1) Diet Coke. I will go thirsty before I drink Diet Coke. HATE.
2) Baked ham.
3) Scalloped potatoes. Bonus points if it's those cardboard kind out of a box.
B) Three things that, if I smell them, make me sick (literally):
1) Any perfume that's overapplied, or with a heavy 'floral' scent
2) Listerine (comes from working in a pharmacy where the street people would buy it and drink it to get drunk. It absolutely seeps out of people's pores)
3) Coffee that's been boiled, or sat for a really long time in something that keeps it heated to temperature.
(this one was hard, considering that hi, pregnant. EVERYTHING makes me feel sick when I smell it right now)
C) Three activities that, if I do them, cause me great physical pain:
1) Running. (Particularly on purpose. It should only be used to evade a predator)
2) Sanding walls for painting (my wrists can't handle it at all)
3) Eating anything that's got milk or cream in it. Especially because people don't always tell you.
D) Three things I absolutely hate to do:
1) Talk on the phone to strangers
2) Deal with conflict at work
3) Clean hair out of the sink/bathtub (BAAAAAAARF)
E) Three pet peeves:
1) People who ask absolutely ignorant-assed questions of pregnant people, particularly if they're not friends or family. The woman who works in accounting doesn't have any reason to ask me whether I used fertility treatments, or twins run in my family.
2) People who refuse to agree to disagree and/or just let a point of disagreement GO. "Lets just agree to disagree, because we are obviously on different sides of this issue." 'Okay, but you're wrong.' RAGE.
3) People who hover when they're peeing in a public washroom and don't wipe up the seat afterward. These people should really be shot on sight. Either SIT or CLEAN UP.
F) Three things I won't eat:
1) Any kind of cheese that has mold on purpose. I'm sorry, WHAT? (I won't eat it with mold that grew there because it's been in the fridge too long either, but on purpose? NUH)
2) Seafood. Pretty much every single kind, yeah. Living in Vancouver was wasted on me, food wise.
3) Almost all Chinese and Japanese food. Again, living in Vancouver was wasted on me. I don't like rice, I don't like seafood, I don't like seaweed, I don't like the noodles, and I don't like most of the vegetables commonly used. It's sad.
G) My three least favorite musical artists:
1) Sarah Brightman
2) Coldplay
3) Either Simpson. Jessica or Ashley. Do Not Want.
H) My three least favorite television shows (non-reality):
1) The Drew Carey Show
2) Seinfeld
3) The Simpsons. I used to like it once in awhile, but now it just makes my eyes turn into a big sea of meh.
(bonus--anything at all that hits my embarrassment squick. Can't go there. The Office and Arrested Development are, I'm sure, great shows, but no no no no no. No.)
I) My three least favorite shows (reality or talk):
1) Anything Dr. Phil is on. Ever.
2) Every game show that is not Jeopardy. Every. Single. One. Go to hell, Howie Mandel.
3) Extreme Makeovers.
(bonus--anything and everything reality. Seriously. Even more so if people are being evil and nasty and clawing over everyone else to get ahead/get money. HATE)
J) My three least favorite movies at the moment (that I have watched or attempted to watch):
1) Anything with Rob Schneider. I can't even express how offended Deuce Bigalo the second made me, and I had to see bits and pieces of it again and again while I was working at the movie theatre. Hate.
2) Lost in Translation
3) Mars Attacks.
K) My three least favorite fiction books at the moment (that I have read or attempted to read):
1) The Bourne Identity (And yet? I love the movies)
2) The Tommyknockers
3) Dragonlance: Dragons of Summer Flame.
L) My three most hated weather conditions:
1) Unending, unceasing, unrelenting heat combined with humidity
2) Misty, half-assed, not-quite rain
3) Rain when it feels so cold that it should snow.
My own personal hell:
I will have to eat nothing but scalloped potatoes, which will be cooked and served by someone who's got Listerine reeking out of their pores. I will live in a house that is in a constant state of redecoration and have to sand every room in the house by hand. Between rooms, strangers will call me up on the phone and ask me questions about the state of my uterus, and act very offended if I don't want to share. There will be seafood mixed in with my scalloped potatoes, and I will have to listen to the best of Sarah Brightman's duets with Jessica Simpson. My television will play nothing but reruns of Seinfeld alternating with every game show ever invented (except Jeopardy), and my entire DVD collection will be replaced with copies of Lost in Translation, which will make me feel stupid because no matter how many times I watch it, I will never understand it. The only book in the house will be The Tommyknockers, which still hasn't given me back the two weeks worth of my life it took me to read it the first time, and it will be humid all the time--that awful kind where you can't even get up from the couch 'cause you're stuck to it.
Wow. That would suck.
A) Three things that, if I eat them, make me physically ill:
1) Diet Coke. I will go thirsty before I drink Diet Coke. HATE.
2) Baked ham.
3) Scalloped potatoes. Bonus points if it's those cardboard kind out of a box.
B) Three things that, if I smell them, make me sick (literally):
1) Any perfume that's overapplied, or with a heavy 'floral' scent
2) Listerine (comes from working in a pharmacy where the street people would buy it and drink it to get drunk. It absolutely seeps out of people's pores)
3) Coffee that's been boiled, or sat for a really long time in something that keeps it heated to temperature.
(this one was hard, considering that hi, pregnant. EVERYTHING makes me feel sick when I smell it right now)
C) Three activities that, if I do them, cause me great physical pain:
1) Running. (Particularly on purpose. It should only be used to evade a predator)
2) Sanding walls for painting (my wrists can't handle it at all)
3) Eating anything that's got milk or cream in it. Especially because people don't always tell you.
D) Three things I absolutely hate to do:
1) Talk on the phone to strangers
2) Deal with conflict at work
3) Clean hair out of the sink/bathtub (BAAAAAAARF)
E) Three pet peeves:
1) People who ask absolutely ignorant-assed questions of pregnant people, particularly if they're not friends or family. The woman who works in accounting doesn't have any reason to ask me whether I used fertility treatments, or twins run in my family.
2) People who refuse to agree to disagree and/or just let a point of disagreement GO. "Lets just agree to disagree, because we are obviously on different sides of this issue." 'Okay, but you're wrong.' RAGE.
3) People who hover when they're peeing in a public washroom and don't wipe up the seat afterward. These people should really be shot on sight. Either SIT or CLEAN UP.
F) Three things I won't eat:
1) Any kind of cheese that has mold on purpose. I'm sorry, WHAT? (I won't eat it with mold that grew there because it's been in the fridge too long either, but on purpose? NUH)
2) Seafood. Pretty much every single kind, yeah. Living in Vancouver was wasted on me, food wise.
3) Almost all Chinese and Japanese food. Again, living in Vancouver was wasted on me. I don't like rice, I don't like seafood, I don't like seaweed, I don't like the noodles, and I don't like most of the vegetables commonly used. It's sad.
G) My three least favorite musical artists:
1) Sarah Brightman
2) Coldplay
3) Either Simpson. Jessica or Ashley. Do Not Want.
H) My three least favorite television shows (non-reality):
1) The Drew Carey Show
2) Seinfeld
3) The Simpsons. I used to like it once in awhile, but now it just makes my eyes turn into a big sea of meh.
(bonus--anything at all that hits my embarrassment squick. Can't go there. The Office and Arrested Development are, I'm sure, great shows, but no no no no no. No.)
I) My three least favorite shows (reality or talk):
1) Anything Dr. Phil is on. Ever.
2) Every game show that is not Jeopardy. Every. Single. One. Go to hell, Howie Mandel.
3) Extreme Makeovers.
(bonus--anything and everything reality. Seriously. Even more so if people are being evil and nasty and clawing over everyone else to get ahead/get money. HATE)
J) My three least favorite movies at the moment (that I have watched or attempted to watch):
1) Anything with Rob Schneider. I can't even express how offended Deuce Bigalo the second made me, and I had to see bits and pieces of it again and again while I was working at the movie theatre. Hate.
2) Lost in Translation
3) Mars Attacks.
K) My three least favorite fiction books at the moment (that I have read or attempted to read):
1) The Bourne Identity (And yet? I love the movies)
2) The Tommyknockers
3) Dragonlance: Dragons of Summer Flame.
L) My three most hated weather conditions:
1) Unending, unceasing, unrelenting heat combined with humidity
2) Misty, half-assed, not-quite rain
3) Rain when it feels so cold that it should snow.
My own personal hell:
I will have to eat nothing but scalloped potatoes, which will be cooked and served by someone who's got Listerine reeking out of their pores. I will live in a house that is in a constant state of redecoration and have to sand every room in the house by hand. Between rooms, strangers will call me up on the phone and ask me questions about the state of my uterus, and act very offended if I don't want to share. There will be seafood mixed in with my scalloped potatoes, and I will have to listen to the best of Sarah Brightman's duets with Jessica Simpson. My television will play nothing but reruns of Seinfeld alternating with every game show ever invented (except Jeopardy), and my entire DVD collection will be replaced with copies of Lost in Translation, which will make me feel stupid because no matter how many times I watch it, I will never understand it. The only book in the house will be The Tommyknockers, which still hasn't given me back the two weeks worth of my life it took me to read it the first time, and it will be humid all the time--that awful kind where you can't even get up from the couch 'cause you're stuck to it.
Wow. That would suck.
