Little Facts

I'm finally getting around to stealing this from everyone else's blogs. Hurrah for me and being creative with what I post...

1. I love the taste of tequila, especially when I shoot it. The salt, the burning tequila and the lemon... It's like a good heart-burny yummyness. And I almost always make a face afterwards.

2. When I was little I used to think I could talk to animals with my mind, or I'd try to, anyway.

3. I'm obsessed with cracking my knuckles, and my shoulders and my neck and... everything that cracks. Oh, my big toes. They've always cracked really well since I fractured them by slipping on a diving board and smashing into the cog that winds it tighter. I think I was about 13 when that happened.

4. My one regret from primary school was that I never learned how to ride a uni-cycle. I tried and tried and tried, but I always slipped off. Lucky I learned to juggle, then, eh?

5. Sometimes when I'm riding in a car or on the bus I'll trace out the shapes of the power poles with my fingertips. Possibly a wee bit of OCD, there.

6. I can read the same book at least ten or twenty times, if I have a bit of a rest between reads. It's like watching a favourite movie or listening to a favourite song. Reading certain scenes is like hitting notes.

7. I'm terrible at adding things in my head. It's like all of the numbers dribble out or turn into meaningless sludge. Alas, alack, that's why I'm a writer and not, *shudder*, an accountant.

8. I'm an excellent swimmer, particularly when it comes to rotating or moving around underwater - like when you're scuba diving. Having a tank and a lead belt was such an amazing thing, as it meant that I could manipulate my position even more. There's a great photo of me somewhere hanging suspended upside-down in the water under a dock.

9. When I was about seven, I had all of my hair cut off and started telling strangers that I was a boy. (How gay was I as a child?)

10. I can't believe I'm writing this one down. Sigh. Fine, but only because Ash thinks that it's hilariously funny. When I was two years old, at my birthday party in fact, I defecated on the lawn in front of all of my guests. Go me for doing something that I could only get away with at that age... (Still, the horror, the horror...)