Q:  What’s on your list of dealbreakers when it comes to romantic relationships?

A: Smoking, excessive drinking, rude to waitstaff/servers/your mom/women in your life, misogynistic attitude, lack of ambition, children, MULTIPLE marriages, bad hygiene & lack of general care and grooming, incarceration, violence.

All that and probably more but I’d have to really think about it.

Q: Do you prefer texting or talking on the phone?

A:Neither. I want my text function turned off except for certain people and I have a well documented hate for the damn phone.

IM or Email is where it’s at, for me. I LOVE email.

So, last night, my ankle was ANGRY. Very swollen. I’ve been walking a LOT (without crutches), and yesterday I didn’t wear my brace and didn’t take my meds. On top of that I had to do some running around (bank, grocery store, potential new apartment complex (!!!) ) and it was just too much, on top of hobbling to and from the printer and down the hall and to and from the conference room and such.

This morning I could hardly stand on it, barely made it to the bathroom. Then when I was getting dressed I slid off of the bed and onto the floor. While I was down there I put my brace on. I am being a good girl today.

I was going to say something else and now I have forgotten it. Damn. My brain is Swiss cheese.

Q: Have you ever taken a personality test like the Myers-Briggs or Enneagram? If so, did you agree with the results? And what was your type?

A: I can’t remember, but I think so. I’m a pretty linear person so most personality tests say the same thing–I’m a sarcastic asshole who possess a dry wit and a heart of gold. And that I like to be alone and not lonely and they value stability and loyalty.

I usually agree.

So, I am walking out of the building at work tonight. Decide to go out the side door, cause it’s closest to my car. I’m distracted by the thought of maybe a new apartment complex I was going to go look at (hello, wood floooooors!!). There are about 4 steps between the building and the parking lot. Hit the first, missed the last three.

Yep. Just call me Grace. There’s me, sprawled out in the parking lot in my white coat, in front of the steps. A very very nice woman with a lovely British accent helped me up and let me lean on her while I walked to my car.

Uh. This hurts. I can stand on it and move it around. It hurts to walk on it. I think, more than anything, my calf muscle is really tight. We’ll see how tonight goes and see if I need to visit the doctor. I already emailed my boss to warn him I may not be in tomorrow. I am following his instruction to elevate and ice.

I’m now trying to determine what makes a better ice pak– frozen cauliflower, or broccoli cuts. Film at 11.

Unless you’re bored, too. And you’re also fascinated with me. Cause if you’re not one or both… it’ll just be a waste of time.

1. What curse word do you use the most?
I have a potty mouth. For some reason when I spell it wrong, it doesn’t feel so bad, so fcuk is me not saying fuck. Somehow.

2. Do you own an iPod?
Hell. YES.

3. What person on your flist do you talk to the most? n/a

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