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Frost on the windscreen. King Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011.

Today we’re stealing... The Honesty Meme!

Right now I'm feeling... tired.

When I'm alone I feel... tranquil.

When I'm surrounded by people I feel... irritated.

One thing I hate is... wilful stupidity.

One thing I really like about myself is... integrity.

...and now a word from our sponsor...


Closer. King Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011.

When I'm feeling sad I... [silence].

When I daydream it's usually about... swimming.

I'm afraid of... fear.

I'm happiest when... asleep.

One thing that really worries me is... helplessness.

If I could change one thing about myself it would be... irritability.

If I could be with anyone right now I would be with... children.

The family member I am closest to is... Jennifer.

If I was really honest with my father I would tell him... shush.

One thing I regret about my life is... drift.

If I only had one more day to live I would... panic.

If I was really honest with my mother I would tell her... everything.

...and now another word from our sponsor...


A different week, but the same frost. King Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011.

One thing about me that nobody knows is... secret.

I hope that someday in the future... we all calm down a little bit.

When I think about my family I feel... anxious.

Something I'm really embarrassed about is... silly.

One thing about me I never want to change is... legs.

One thing I feel really proud of is... understanding.

Blogsville has helped me to... express.

One thing I like about blogsville is... conncection.

Comments

smudgeon said…
"If I only had one more day to live I would... panic."

Bugger the usual romantic fluff about bucket lists & what-not, if people knew they were going to die within 24 hours they would just spazz out. Hell, I would.
Roddy said…
I'm pleased about Blogsvilles connection too.

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