She is Poetry & Prozac... (freneticfloetry) wrote,
She is Poetry & Prozac...
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Q&A

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you a couple of personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


decidedly wants to know...

1} A higher power has granted you the opportunity to rewrite a scene in your life, and recast it with people of your choosing. What scene are you rewriting and who has been cast opposite you?
Knowing my luck, there'll be a catch, and said "higher power" won't exactly be benevolent. But I'll give you the optomistic answer. :) I'd edit the one bad breakup of my past, I suppose. I was involved in a long-distance relationship, which sucked in and of itself. But the ball was rolling rapidly downhill, and I knew it - even though I was deep in the throes of denial, even though I was no longer invested emotionally, even though I was already re-wrapped in someone I had history with. For whatever dumbass reason, I headed out to his corner of the country, and what followed was unmitigated disaster. I don't ever recommend engaging in full-fledged breakup battles while you're not on familiar soil. And even though I knew it was over and done before I set foot on the plane, when the moment of truth rolled around, I still went all girly and melodramatic - yelled, cried, and then tried both at once. Ugh. It wasn't worth the energy. It wasn't worth the expense, monetary and emotional. And if I had to do it all over again, I'd take him out of the equation completely, skip spending the extra money to get home early, and take advantage of the time off work, a comped hotel room, and the extra-deep soaking tub. Maybe with the concierge.

2} Samuel L. Jackson has chained your crazy, nymphomaniac ass to a radiator in defiance of feminism, or any evolved manner of thinking, really. What is your manner of revenge, to which you are certainly entitled?
Barring beating him over the head with his own damn guitar? I'd probably hose him down out of spite, since the man so clearly hates water, then chain him to a chair and make him watch Snakes on a Plane. Repeatedly.

3} You are a superhero. Who is your ultimate nemesis? (Samuel L. Jackson doesn't count.)
Damn. And I was so looking forward to battling the dreaded Jheri Curl Julius and the activator that undoubtedly would shoot from his every orifice. Okay, who would superhero-me vow to bring to justice? Hmmm. From a fandom standpoint, I'd probably kill Dawn Ostroff at some point (damn you, woman, and your 7th Heaven-renewing, Everwood-cancelling evil!), but she wouldn't be the ultimate. Twentieth Century Fox, perhaps. They just keep compounding the evil. But in general... definitely Dubya.

4} If you could only smell like one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Amber. Egyptian Amber, specifically. It's sweetly exotic and smells like heaven on my skin.

5} If life is but a song, which song is yours?
Oh wow. This took some thought. I think it would have to be an old (and old soul) favorite, Gladys Knight's "In This Life", which is all about making wrong turns to find the right road. It's funny how, the moment you find present clarity, everything behind you is suddenly made of glass.
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