Rules: insert your answers to the questions below. Tag at least 10 followers.
Nickname: Robbie or honestly whatever people mistake my name for and I don’t bother correcting them on. I let a coworker call me Robin for months before he overheard someone else say differently and changed. Who gives a shit about names anyway, right?
Birthday: s was the worst days now we sip champagne when we thirstay.
Sexuality: "Looking for Mrs. Fright" or some other Halloween and romance-themed riddle answer.
Time Zone: Central.
What time and date is it there: 10/13/14 5:07 PM.
Average hours of sleep I get every night: 4-6.
The last thing I googled was: "The Fly 1958"
My most used phrases: "Fair enough." "So far so good." [Exasperated groan]. "That’s right."
First word that comes to mind: Wash.
What I last said to a family member: "Okay."
One place that makes me happy and why: My bed? It’s all my own. It’s a twin so it’s big enough to be comfortable, but not so big that it seems like it needs to be filled with another body. My bed requires only me. This is an empty country and I am its king and I should not be allowed to touch anything.
How many blankets I sleep under: One duvet for 95% of the year, sometimes an extra blanket in the coldest parts of winter.
Favourite beverages: Beer, any cranberry-based fruit juice, green tea.
The last movie I watched in cinema: The Skeleton Twins.
What you find most attractive in the opposite sex: Their casual heteronormativity when they write up Internet surveys.
3 things I can’t live without: Ascribing to the “Hey Man Now You’re Really Living” by Eels school of thought, seeing the sun rise over the hill, making love to a beautiful girl, and everyone thinking I’m a crazy old cat.
Something I plan on learning: A book.
A piece of advice for all of my followers: Follow me everything is all right. I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night and if you want to leave, I can guarantee you won’t find nobody else like me.
Tagged by: latticeofcoincidence
Tagging: It took a while, but I rounded up ten people to play tag with. I told them nobody could go home until I had tagged them all once. They said they had to leave because they’re only supposed to get a half-hour for lunch, but I reminded them that these were the rules laid down by the Internet. They begrudgingly agreed. We had a lot of fun and they are no longer my friends.