Day: May 15, 2004

Feel free to skip some questions, but I'm curious about most of 'em :D

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
2a. What kind of friends are we? Acquaintance, good, best?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
6a. What's the worst memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Physically, what stands out, good and bad?
13. Emotionally, what stands out, good and bad?
14. What do you wish was different about me?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
17. Am I loveable?
18. Do you admire me, and if so, what for?
19. Describe me in one word.
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness are?
22a. What do you think my strengths are?
23. Do you think I'll get married one day?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
29. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't, and if so, what?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?

I took a quiz online. It was called the good taste test. Here's the result:

You are an idiot. It doesn't necessarily mean you have extremely bad taste, it might just mean you are extremely ignorant.

Now I'm sorry, but that pisses me off. Yes, I know it's just a silly internet quiz, but it's the logic behind it. The you-don't-have-the-same-taste-as-me-so-you're-wrong attitude.

Well screw you too!

Well, I just got back home. Had a drink with eniran, cause she was feeling a bit blue, then went to dinner with Michel. I was supposed to meet the new lady in his life, but life happened while we were making plans and she had to cancel. Ate an obscene amount of really excellent sushi (I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving), then went back to Hurleys for some booze.

Talked a lot with Michel, it felt good to get some stuff off my chest. The more I talk to the guy, the more I realize just how important he is to me. I'm glad he's happy in love. Couldn't happen to a better guy. Went back to the office to get my laptop (and incidentally, show him a picture of raspberrysalmon). He agrees with me that she's quite beautiful, but those pants have got to go :D Played frisbee in the office for a bit (yes, there's a frisbee in my office – it's a long story) and then we headed off for a walk and our weekly game of count the hookers^†. He won. There were 5 (though that last one is debatable).

Took a cab home, and now I'm off to bed.

Nighty night.

† The rules of count the hookers are simple. We predict how many hookers we're going to spot while walking on Ste-Catherine, between St-Laurent and Berry. Whoever's closest wins bragging rights.