Janet (j4) wrote,


the scar you're most proud ofI'm not proud (or ashamed) of any of them.
your favourite condimentBalsamic vinegar
if you have freckles... then what? (Yeah, I do have freckles.)
your preferred method of cookingAvoiding it altogether.
what shoes you're wearingNone.
how many children you haveNone.
the first person you french kissedMark ... hell, I can't even remember his surname. Boy in the village. Year younger than me. (Just remembered, his surname was Crichton.)
your preferred breed of dogDead.
where you were bornHillingdon Hospital, Uxbridge.
what colour underwear you're wearingGrey briefs, white bra.
where your keys are right nowDownstairs.
if you have split endsUm, I think I still have one or two hairs that _aren't_ split...
when you last got laidI'm not at liberty to say.
your opinion on airline foodUnimaginative.
what cosmetic surgery you would considerMy dad once said that I could lose 6 pounds of ugly fat by cutting my head off. He was only joking, but it sounds like a good idea to me.
best kiddie playground equipment to have sex onHuh?
your worst maladyBreathing.
if your mum loves your dadLots and lots.
if you can sing wellTolerably.
what your olympic event would beProcrastination.
someone you admireLots of people, for lots of different things.
which country would be hardest for you to locate on a mapUltima Thule.
the last time you criedAbout 10 minutes ago.
your most interesting sexual congress locationThe location is not what makes it interesting.
part of the Sunday papers you read firstI don't read the Sunday papers.
the languages you speakI can get by in French, I know a few words of other languages.
the religion you were raised inNone.
if you can draw wellTolerably.
your favourite photographOne that I didn't take, and don't appear in.
what you should be doing instead of thisAnything.



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