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Just to stir things up seemed a great reward in itself.


Late afternoon looking over Geilston Bay to New Town. July 2010.

Last one!

91. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
Very much. With extra wasabi and pickled ginger.

92. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?
Ezra laughing.

93. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Tomorrow.

94. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Too scared. Jen would not approve.

95. SUMMER OR WINTER?
It is currently winter. In winter, I miss summer. In summer, I miss winter. I’m complex.

96. KISSES OR HUGS?
Kisses AND hugs. I’m greedy like that.

97. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE-NIGHT STANDS?
Marriages.

98. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Those short of blogging ideas.

99. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Automatons.

100. CREATE YOUR OWN QUESTION!
What next?

Comments

Magpie said…
Love the water and reflections.
Roddy said…
Picturesque, pristine, perfect. I like the haze too.
Carola said…
Like your 100 Questions. But I missed some. Why don't you have a tag? I will go back and read them all. And I'll try to answer. How do you want the answers? In an email?
Are these questions your ideas?

We just returned from our big travel. So Kris, from now on I'll leave comments from no other places then this small town in Germany, Lünen. For a while ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it is a lovely spot.

Roddy, that's a little misty fog.

Carola, the questions are not my idea, I just found them one the Internet somewhere.

You can find them all over the past two weeks. Feel free to answer them yourself. Flick them across to me in an e-mail and I can compare answers. Otherwise, I am on the Facebook!

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