77 things about moi

OK people, it’s time for Cessel to get motivted. I must confess, my previous posts have been as interesting as a Chess Board Collectors Convention. Aka, damn boring. So i have decided to right this collosal wrong and let you in to my life, and try it make it interesting at the same time. Good luck to me! So, to start this little project of mine, here are 77 things you didn’t know about moi. Well, some of you might but, oh well, put up with it! Number One. Hmmm, let’s see, I use to fight for room with myself in my own bed (damn half awake - half asleep limbo-ness) Number Two. I have three hairs in each arm pit and five on each leg. Number Three. When i was little i use to always carry around a XXXX beer tap that i named Wednesday. Number Four. I have double jointed elbows. Number Five. My nickname in high school was TossLess. Number Six. I have long feet and small toes. Apparently they are ‘cute’. Number Seven. I sneeze like a cat. Also apparently cute. Number Eight. Burp. Number Eight. Burp. Number Eight. Burp. Number Nine. I stayed in a hotel for the first time last year. Number Ten. I live with a Sexy Cheetah! Number Eleven. I have dressed as a man twice, convincingly. Number Twelve. I once had car named “The Lean Mean Bunny Hopping Machine”. Number Thirteen. I have Two wives, One Mistress and a boyfriend. Number Fourteen. 2004/2005 new years i was hit on by two females. And no guys. Might have something to do with number eleven.... Number Fifteen. I can play ‘Smoke On The Water’ on guitar. On one string. Number Sixteen. When i was younger, Jimmy Barnes sang to me. Number Seventeen. I am a HUGE muppets fan. Number Eighteen. You don’t make friends with salad. You don’t make friends with salad. Number Nineteen. I would love to have been a teenager during the 1950’s. Number Twenty. This is my age. Number Twenty One. This is Not my age yet. will be my age in October. Number Twenty Two. I am a Libra. My turn ons include silk sheets, my turn offs include rude people. Number Twenty Three. I want a statue of myself made out of chocolate. Number Twenty Four. I love shoes and bags! Number Twenty Five. I have an arm fetish. Mmmm Vin Diesel.... (slobber) Number Twenty Six. I love watching kids cartoons and sesame street. Number Twently Seven. I own a CatDog puppet! Number Twenty Eight. The first time i ever took/smoked drugs was by accident. i thought the joint was a rollie and smoked the whole thing by myself in the local nightclub. Number Twenty Nine. I once sat an exam whilst passivley high. Yes, i failed. Number Thirty. At 5 pm ish on the 31st of December 1999 i sprained my ankle. I had to spend the rest of the night on painkillers with my mum and brothers. Number Thirty One. I just broke a nail. Damn. Number Thirty Two. I love long walks on the beach and picnics in the park. Not. Number Thirty Three. I have only ever recieved two red roses, and both because they were guilted into it by the people selling them. Number Thirty Four. In Year Eleven i was a frog. Number Thirty Five. I ate Dog Chocolates when i was little. Number Thirty Six. Seven is my favourite number. Number Thirty Seven. My alter ego is Helga. She is a backpacker from Sweden, her brists are perky and she never knows vere ze zvimming iz. Number Thirty Eight. My fav ice cream flavour is bubble gum. I always dye myself green. Number Thirty Nine. I HATE thursdays. They are now referred to as SMARCH, change all calenders accordingly. Thank You. Number Forty. When i am this age, i look forward to midlife crisis, where i will buy a red sports car, divorce my husband (if i in fact have one) and have lots of meaningless encounters with men half my age.Yay! Number Forty One. Geez, getting along now aren’t we. Getting hard to think of stuff. If you made it this far, congratulations, if not, you are a lazy bastard. Not like you are going to read my insults anyway. Twat. Number Forty Two. I am addicted to lime cordial! Number Forty Three. I love sudoku puzzles and scrapbooking. I’m twenty going on sixty! Next i will take up knitting! Number Fourty Four. I have a pet cat called Covu. She was the family cat, but adopted me as her owner. She hates everyone else, gets upset when i come home smelling like other cats, chases small dogs down the road and demands her dinner be ready when she comes inside, five times a day. She is the perfect husband! Number Fourty Five. I’m not a very patient person. Number Forty Seven. I also take lots of short cuts. Number Forty Eight. I’m starting to run out of things to write. Number Forty Nine. Oh damn. Number Fifty. I LOVE Desperate Housewives! The T.V. show, not actual wives. Oh bugger it. To be continued........ (I couldn’t be arsed thinking up 27 more things about myself. But i promise to update when i find more! Feel free to ask questions tho, I also promise to answer them as honest as possible! Or as humerously as possible..... Maybe you should specify which you would prefer. Or I could just answer it both ways. Am I wafling on? I am? Oh, I’ll stop typing now!) Till Next Time, Goodbye Cruel World! (OK, I’ll stop.....NOW!)