7 Things I can do:

1. Make the most fun I can out of the smallest of things. I revert back to being a child sometimes, I can be so silly with the voices & dancing like a loony – my favorite right now is the Penguin & the SoyJoy – See! – I swear you’d think I’d been smoking the wacky backy sometimes.
   
2. Moan. Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan. I love a good moan. Y’all should try it some time, certainly makes me feel better.
3. Rip someone apart like a rabid raccoon with as little as a look, in as little as 5 seconds. My gut instinct has never failed me & I’m totally on the ball with jokes, sarcasm & holy hell, can I be one motherfuckin’ bitch when I want to.
4. Manipulate? Me? – Seriously though, I have one serious Poker Face, even though in the end if I hate you, you so fucking know it.
5. Express myself on this blog more than I ever can or could with anyone or anything. Write here until my hearts content yet there will always be more, deeper, better or more likely worse things. Things that even when I believe I’m being completely open & honest on this blog, I’m not. There are so many things I wish I could get out here, but I can’t.
6. Procrastinate. Now this I’m good at. It’s a family thing. It’s also a terrible affliction when it comes to deciding what to do with my hours, day, education & future. I simply cannot be fucking bothered, is the best explanation. I start with the best of intentions most of the time but damn can I drag my feet.
7. Start off with the hopes of writing something positive to perhaps cancel out the last post which was full of mid PMS rage & well, understandable upset… yet I seem to have filled the first 7 6 points (I had to force #1 out) with well, bad qualities?

7 Things I can’t do: ……..

1. Cope with rejection or any sort of slight. I just can’t handle it, I will go the fuck off. Difference is nowadays, I’ll go off at you rather than myself.
2. Accept the things I cannot change. I’m always going to be a dreamer, a hoper & a wisher.
3. Understand where November went.
4. Read on in a car, bus, plane. Motion sickness much?
5. Control my temper mouth when it comes to homophobia, religion, bigots or elitists. Don’t even get me started on Democrats – ah, but the Messiah is here now, we’re all saved! Funny how he managed that though, what with all “they” – & I’m assuming by “they” he meant the white man -  do to oppress, right? Well shit me a coconut – look what you fucking did! Next!
6. Stop once I get started. I swear this shit can last for days, weeks even. I find it really hard to get over certain things now & again & I find myself re-visiting them several times a day, even if it is just a “I can’t fucking believe that”
   moment. – That’s pretty much how I am right now with the police thing, especially since everyone seems to have gone radio silent on me.
7. Believe I started this fucking Meme. It’s been 2 hours already! (With one eye on Cops)

“Bad boys, bad boys. Who ya gonna call?!”

7 Material things I love:

1. My laptop. I don’t know where I’d be without it – I certainly wouldn’t have met Bear so, safe to say I’d still be in an abusive relationship back in the UK. Not to mention, when I am back in Scotland, this is my main line, only line of communication really, to Bear.
2. I’m not sure it would be right to call our two cats & pit-bull “material things” but all the same, I love them. Like really love them.
3. My SuperDry sweatpants. I fucking adore them. Sweatpants I really can look & feel sexy in – serious hip huggers!
4. My engagement ring. When I told him it was the one, I meant it.
5. Now that I think about it, the necklace & earrings Bear gave me back in Summer are very precious to me as well.
6. Lion & Uncie Sam – I’ve had Lion (a softy in the form of a Lion, funnily enough) since I was born & Uncie Sam (a little brown Teddy) was the first ever gift Bear gave me – he was posted to Scotland from Kentucky a year ago now & like Lion, he’s been on every flight I’ve ever been on too. He’s got another 38 flights ahead of him if he really wants to catch up with Lion though).
7. Our new apartment. It’s beautiful. Certainly the best place I’ve ever lived in & I’ve been around a bit!

7 Foods I love:

1. Chicken Chow Mien – but it has to be Scottish chow mien – it’s just better.
2. Chocolate (but it has to be real chocolate. None of this Hershey’s bullshit. You guys over here are seriously missing out with all your sweeteners & shit. It’s a wonder America is still so r0und too. (No offense).
3. I was never one for Fast-food but a Big Mac, soft fries (teeny tiny touch of salt) & an Iced-Mocha will do nicely, please. Ooh, ooh & KFC! It’s so much better over here too
4. Crab Rangoon at the Egg Roll Machine which yes, before I came here I really did think it was an egg roll machine – as in a vending machine you put a buck in & an actual…wait for it…egg roll came out? Yeah, I know right.
5. Jack Fry’s. Seriously – before you die, go there.
6. Haggis, neeps & tatties with HP brown sauce – a Scottish delicacy. I’ll let those who really want to know what Haggis is find out for themselves – not for the faint hearted but honestly, it just tastes like spicy mince (ground beef).
7. Oh my god I almost forgot – Wendy’s Spicy Chicken sammich!!!! The first thing I grabbed & wolfed down this trip.

7 Things I say most often:

1. “Really??!!”
2. “What the fuck, Dude!?”
3. “Before I hit menopause please!?”
4. “Och!” (Yeeaah, because even when I’m surrounded by Kentuckians the Scot in me shines through – “Och aye the noo!”).
5. “I love you”
6. “Yer arse in parsley” – (It’s a family thing)
7. “and a hot chocolate please”.