Ten Layer Survey.

Because I haven’t done a survey in ages, I will do one right….NOW!

LAYER ONE:

— Name: Mickey
— Birth date: Feb 28 1982
— Birthplace: Toronto, Ont.
— Current Location: A chair in front of the computer
— Eye Color: Brown
— Hair Color: Brown
— Height: 6’2″
— Righty or Lefty: Righty
— Zodiac Sign: Pisces

LAYER TWO:

— Your heritage: Canadian, Native, Spanish, Irish. Not in that order.
— The shoes you wore today: None yet.
— Your weakness: Ninjas.
— Your fears: Making effort for no gain. An early heart attack from anxiety disorder.
— Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni, Green pepper.
— Goal you’d like to achieve: Train a pro rassler.

LAYER THREE:

— Your most overused phrase on AIM: I don’t have AIM.
— Your thoughts first waking up: I’d better go pee before it goes itself.
— Your bedtime: The earlier, the better.
— Your most missed memory: Being up with homies at 3 AM.

LAYER FOUR:

— Pepsi or Coke: Neither. Sierra Mist.
— McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonalds, but only for their dollar sundaes.
— Single or group dates: Single. I like PDA with my wife.
— Adidas or Nike: How about niether?
— Iced Tea or Nestea: Neither.
— Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
— Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino, I guess.

LAYER FIVE:

— Smoke: Nope.
— Cuss: More than I’d like to.
— Sing: Yes. A Lot. Too Much. And I don’t know that I do it too well.
— Take a shower every day: Damn straight. Maybe twice or thrice.
— Have a crush: Yes. On my Shasta.
— Do you think you’ve been in love: Yes.
— Want to go to college: I will soon.
— Like(d) high school: Nope, I was too much of a dickhead to enjoy it.
— Want to get married: Not again. Once is enough to last a lifetime.
— Believe in yourself: Fully…Sometimes.
— Get motion sickness: Nope. Anxiety attacks get there first.
— Think you’re attractive: Yes. Been told enough times.
— Think you’re a health freak: Nope. Wish I was.
— Get along with your parent(s): Yep. In laws too.
— Like thunderstorms: Love them.
— Play an instrument: Violin.

LAYER SIX:

In the past month…
— Drank alcohol: Nope.
— Smoked: No.
— Done a drug: No.
— Had Sex: Of course. Married!
— Made Out: Every day!
— Gone on a date: I dunno, actually.
— Gone to the mall?: Yep.
— Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope. Sad.
— Eaten sushi: Nope.
— Been on stage: Nope.
— Been dumped: Nope.
— Gone skating: Nope.
— Made homemade cookies: Nope.
— Gone skinny dipping: Nope.
— Dyed your hair: Nope.
— Stolen anything: Nope.

LAYER SEVEN:

Ever…
— Played a game that required removal of clothing: Nope.
— If so, was it mixed company: No?
— Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Nope.
— Been caught “doing something”: Yes. Choking the chicken. Every teen has that moment, I think.
— Been called a tease: Nope.
— Gotten beaten up: Nope.
— Shoplifted: Yep. Good at it too.
— Changed who you were to fit in: Nope.

LAYER EIGHT:

— Age you hope to be married: Uh…Last year?
— Numbers and Names of Children: Two. Cade, the boy; and Delaney, the girl.
— Describe your Dream Wedding: With ninjas.
— How do you want to die: As quickly as the passengers in my car when I do.
— Where you want to go to college: Axia.
— What do you want to be when you grow up: Retired.
— What country would you most like to visit: Ireland.

LAYER NINE:

In a guy or girlÂ…
— Best eye color? Green.
— Best hair color? Blonde.
— Short or long hair: Either.
— Height: Short.
— Best weight: Nothing specific.
— Best first date location: A walk downtown. Gets a lot of conversation in.
— Best first kiss location: On the lips. HAHAHAHAHA!!!

LAYER TEN:

— # of drugs taken illegally: A few.
— # of people I could trust with my life: 3
— # of CDs that I own: More than I did a week ago.
— # of piercings: None.
— # of tattoos: None.
— # of scars on my body: Jeez. I don’t wanna have to count that high.
— # of things in my past that I regret: I dunno. Maybe all the blows to the head. My memory is not what it used to be.

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June 15, 2006

Just thought I’d update you…they had to stab me in both arms for the IV b/c the first one didn’t work. I have been in so much pain for the past 2 days that I randomly start crying…and on top of that I look like a chipmunk (dont worry tho I took pictures to show to my children eventually when they need to get theirs out and are self-conscious).