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Yes, it’s true. I literally have “random” as one of my post categories. But the most random part of it? I USUALLY FORGET TO USE IT.

Only now and then. RANDOMLY.

Speaking of random, the lovely, talented and FacebookFriended ™ Angella has seen fit to tag me with a meme (mememememe).

Apparently I am to post seven random facts about myself. And while I AM going to do it, I won’t tag anyone else.

The last time I played tag, I injured myself. When I think about it, I walk with a limp.

I don’t really know what to tell you, though.

Isn’t ALL the information in my blog random? Aren’t I actually the little photo in the dictionary under “random”?

(This is what I suggest should be the photo under “random”.)

Okay. Let’s see what we can come up with…

1. I rarely eat leftovers. I’ll save them and put them in the fridge, but I cannot for the life of me remember to eat them. And truth be told, I really don’t WANT to eat them.

I ate that yesterday! I’m ready for something new!

I’ll give them to someone else willingly, or diligently try make the right amount of something so no leftovers actually exist, but you know it doesn’t always work out like that. Sometimes you gotta get out the Tupperware and let that guac die a slow death on the second shelf.

Oops.

2. I have a cool little mark in my right eye. It’s brown (and NO, it’s not my pupil, smartasses.) You can kind of make it out here. I also have a lazy eye, but only when I’m really, really tired.

Then it just sits on the couch eating chips until I can coax it back into my socket.

3. I don’t like candies or coffees or desserts that are sweetened with artificial sweeteners, either! Diet Coke makes me want to rinse my mouth out with real Coke. Eccch. My only exception is sugarless gum and sugarless Fudgesicles. And no, I don’t know why I’m fine with those things, either. The taste of everything else unnaturally sweet makes me queasy.

And yes, that includes Splenda (everyone always asks if I’ve tried Splenda. IT DOES NOT TASTE JUST LIKE SUGAR.)

4. All my favourite perfume scents have “foody” overtones. Thierry Mugler Angel (cocoa, mandarin, vanilla… and as close as I have ever gotten to a signature scent), Fresh Lemon Sugar (obvious), Burberry Brit (sugared almonds, citrus), Fresh Sugar Blossom (citrusy), Fresh Lychee Sugar (uh… lychee), and Annick Goutal Eau de Hadrien (grapefruit?)

If I try and wear something super-floral or super-woodsy or super-watery, I just end up smelling like potpourri. And not the good kind, either (Ha! Got you! There is no good kind!)

5. My fingernails turn up instead of down. I have always resented this. I get it from my maternal grandfather, along with a predilection for faulty arguments and odd vitamin supplements. I also have oddly tiny hands, which makes me look like a giant seagull with tiny, tiny feet. Except that they are my hands. And I am not a seagull.

6. I would marry Bill Kurtis just to hear him say his vows to me.

“Meg, I will love and cherish you always… but that’s not the end of the story.”

7. I really, really hate white socks (other than for athletic wear.) They irk me. They stand out. They glow. THEY ARE NOT THE RIGHT CHOICE. I have successfully stolen white socks, hidden white socks, even burned white socks. I may have an unhealthy need to eliminate them from the face of the earth. But that’s okay. AS LONG AS THEY DON’T COME BACK.

And that’s all I’ve got.