That master of the lie-in Toxie has tagged me in this little meme, so here we go:
I AM: a bit aerodynamic, though not as much as I was a few years ago
I WANT: a poo
I HATE: not being able to poo
I MISS: Opal Fruits
I FEAR: for the children. Will no-one think of the children?
I HEAR: voices
I WONDER: what the voices are saying – I have a hopeless memory
I REGRET: nothing
I AM NOT: that butch
I DANCE: like an epiliptic in front of a strobe light
I SING: like a corn crake
I SEE: the ruins
I CRY: during Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
I AM NOT ALWAYS: having a poo (honest)
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: rude gestures
I WRITE: less frequently than I want to
I CONFUSE: everyone
I NEED: more toys
I SHOULD: stop procrastinating, but I can’t be arsed
I START: earlier than Toxie, but then who doesn’t?
I FINISH: my food. Always. Unless I get that one lady at the social club who seems to have an odd sense of proportion.