Sexeteria

Okay, for what appear to be my two remaining (and of course, deadly cool) readers, here (finally) is my response to this neat-o interview meme given to me by that charming Darkneuro.

First, the rules (pay attention to 'em if you'd like to play along). Second, my answers to Darkneuro's interview questions.

INTERVIEW RULES:

Leave me a comment saying “Interview me next" or "Hit me with your best shot" or something along those lines letting me know you're down to be questioned.

I’ll respond by commenting back on your blog with your five questions. I get to pick the questions. **EDIT**IF you don't happen to have a blog yourself, I'll be more than happy to post questions to you in the comments and then you can post your answers there./**EDIT**

You will then update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.

You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

ANSWERS TO MY INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:

1. If you were going to be involved in a crash, what vehicle would you be in? (if it has wheels and moves, it's a vehicle)

I know it's a non-glamorous answer, but:
Any vehicle that was much bigger and far more armored than the one that crashed into me, resulting in me walking away from the crash completely unharmed. I've been in enough scary accidents already. (Shudder.) No more.

2. Vanilla or chocolate (take this as you will)?

Food: For candy, chocolate. For baked goods, it's an even tie. For ice cream, chocolate. But in truth, lately it's been all about coconut and macademia.

Scent: Vanilla, all the way. I even own vanilla perfume.

Sex: If I have to choose one, chocolate. But I'm really a mix-and-match girl. Things get boring if you do them the same way every time. Or even at the same time.

3. What is your favorite cuss word?

I love a good old fashioned fuck.

Some things you just can't improve upon.

(And look, I was raised during most of my formative years in New "Fuckin'" Jersey. So...what the fuck can I say? Saying "fuck" makes me nostalgic.)

4. What scenario from "A Christmas Story" most resembles your own childhood and why?

Heh. I'm Jewish, so I guess the eating at the Chinese restaurant on Christmas Day scene.

P.S. - I adore that movie to death and can quote it almost line for line. I love it so much that to this day, I can not see the word "fragile" on a box without saying "fra-GEE-lay" in a bad Italian accent to myself.

5. What are you most afraid of?

Never getting rid of all the fear that's kept me from letting myself be fully me all these many years.

Or, on a related note, finally figuring out how to be the real me when there's hardly any time left to enjoy it.

Also, becoming old and incapacitated with not enough savings and no friends or extended family willing to help ensure I get any care, and thus ending my life alone and friendless, being abused by resentful, low-wage-earning "caretakers" at some state-run dump for the aged.

Oh yeah, and that no one will ever really love me as I am and want to stick around.

God, I hate having all those fears.

Okay, you asked what I most feared. If I weight all of the above and am honest with myself, it's the old woman scenario. If I didn't have that fear, all the other fears listed would go away. I guess what I'm saying is I wish I were rich or could find a way to be rich so I could feel independent enough to be able to be myself and not have to worry about whether anyone would love me or not if I was myself.

Any wealthy readers who want to set me up with a generous trust fund would be most welcome. Or, y'know, just shoot me a few million. Small contributions also welcome.

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Okay, if you wanna play, say so and I'll make-a you up some-a spicy questions. Othewise, hope you enjoyed the long-overdue post.

And thanks for the push, DN. My blogging joints were getting rusty.