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[dragonlady7]

I'm worth $1,682,122.94! How much are you worth?
Uh... I'd like that site better if they explained their criteria and I didn't just suspect that it's there to fuel someone's sexual kink or something. I mean... what criteria are they using? Why does it matter if I'm bisexual or not? Wouldn't selling someone involve slavery? What does a person's personal preference about giving to charity or smoking marijuana or having premarital sex have to do with that?
I'm sure it's all just good clean fun, but i remain confused.

went to bed absolutely exhausted (never did finish my nap yesterday). Woke up... still totally confused. See, there's a window by my bed that looks north. It's next to the kitchen door. I sleep to the west of that window, and look eastward from it when I turn my head that way, so I look at the eastern horizon just past my kitchen stoop.
I woke up this morning and looked that way and became convinced I had left the outside light by the kitchen door on.

Later, it proved that this was not the case. The sun had merely risen. But it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure that out.

I woke from a dream in which I was watching the end of Terminator, only I don't really remember how it went so there were just tearful goodbyes as the Terminator approached to kill the self-sacrificing hero and a six-foot tall woman in crotchless stockings and a corset and high heels. Who got riddled with bullets alongside the self-sacrificing hero man. I have no idea where she came in. And then at the end when the scene should have cut they kept showing the bullet-riddled people, which I found a little distasteful.

Then Dave turning over in bed woke me up, or something. He's in the other room, but I can hear him when he moves or sneezes or anything like that. I could hear him fussing and fidgeting. I stayed awake because Nature was calling me, not intensely but enough that I really couldn't ignore it. I was about to get up and go to the bathroom when I heard Dave do exactly that, only with far more haste, and then he didn't shut the door, and the only noise was him pulling toilet paper off the roll.
Oh.
"Bloody nose?" I asked, getting up out of bed and coming into the bathroom.
"Yub," he answered. "Ondy dis ode was by fault." Apparently a mosquito had been bothering him, and had landed on his nose, and he'd smacked it. Oops.
Insult to injury: The skeeter got away.
"I'm sorry, honey," I said, and moved closer to him, bending to kiss him on top of the head. He decided to stand up at that precise moment (perhaps he had his eyes closed and didn't see that I was right there?) so he cracked me in the mouth and nose with his skull.
"Crap," he said, as I staggered back. "Need a Kleenex?"

But I am not prone to bloody noses, so no. I have a swollen lip, but my nose, which has not bled in several years, remains unscathed.

The consolation, and it's kind of a cold one due to mitigating factors, is that I eventually killed the mosquito. The mitigating factor? It bit my finger first. I ask you, why would a mosquito bite the finger of a person who is typing, with her arms and most of her back exposed? Why?
Because it's the itchiest place to be bitten, and mosquitoes are evil.

Comments

this is from kat

[(Anonymous)]

Ha, I beat you. I'm worth $1.8 million. But am I am equally confused as to the purpose of half the questions...

[(Anonymous)]

I'm worth $2,665,768.11!

But I notice they didn't ask me how many times I've punched myself in the face. I fear that the answer to that question would significantly impact my resale value.


- Z