April 29, 2002

From All About Me (and "borrowed" from another person's website,) a list of Yes Or No.

Yes.

You keep a diary.
You like to cook.
You have read a book in the past month.
You replace the toilet-paper roll immediately.
You have a secret you have never shared with anyone.
You snore.
You read in the bathroom.
You like Canada.
You can remember jokes.
You play cards.
You fold your underwear.
You talk in your sleep.
You recycle small batteries.
You like hiking.
You shave regularly.
A naked photo of you exists.
You can whistle.
You have eaten in a restaurant alone.
You have gone to a movie alone.
When you think you have done something wrong, you are quick to apologize.
You drank mother's milk.
You generally save letters and postcards.
You hate parties.
Less is more.
You give money to homeless people.
You know who you are.
Life treats you well.

No.

You exercise regularly.
You sketch while you are on the phone.
You like crossword puzzles.
You have visited the Eiffel Tower.
You wait until the last minute to fill your car with gas.
You have been to your ancestor's homeland.
Being sick is a vacation.
You often have people over at your house.
You talk in your sleep.
You eat fast.
You often avoid paying full price.
You like being on the phone.
You set your watch a few minutes ahead.
You are always late.
You often get headaches.
You smoke.
You write letters regularly.
You believe in destiny.
You brush your teeth three times a day.
You have something you wish to confess.
You change your bedsheets weekly.
You bite your fingernails.
You pick your nose.
You are a vegetarian.
You have taken a vacation alone.
You read the newspaper every day.
You have not used a hair dryer in the past five years.
You have never used a personal computer.
You have made love in an airplane.
You have hit your father or mother in anger.
You lose control in heated arguments.
In the morning when your alarm clock sounds, you get out of bed immdiately.
You have stolen money from your parents.
Money has influenced your character.
You enjoy being photographed.

This month's Random Acts Of Journaling had a Poetics prompt. I'm not officially a part of the project, but I did write a poem for it.

The beacon tower lights her way
As storm clouds gather and slowly creep
Against the rocky shore she crashes
The wreck of her soul crying for sleep
Upon the weathered stairs she climbs
The path she chooses seems always steep
Shelter beckons from inside the cot
A chance to sit, to rest, to weep
A sanctuary that within
Holds all of silence in its keep.

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