Crazy Eights...The Condensed Version (Because Doing It Right Is Too Much Work)

So, Illahee tagged me for Crazy Eights. Now, naturally, I didn't truly follow the instructions. Please check out Illahee's post for the ahem, proper, way to do this here thingie!


In the meantime, here's 8 things I’m passionate about:



1. Chillaxin'.

Yes, PLEASE don't come to my place unannounced. I can't be held responsible for the years of therapy it might take to cleanse some of you more tender folk of the experience.








Enter at your own risk!!!!!



2. Eating.




And you haven't any idea how much courage it takes to post this picture. I didn't even shower on this day. Last time I'll ever do that. Apparently shower water has a beneficial effect on the thighs, hence mine look enormous in this picture.



And just in case, you underestimate my dedication to eating, notice the barely hidden gleam of pure E-VILLE as I pose for this photo. I'm trying to look pleasant, but I'm waiting for the waitress to bring round two. Fried shrimp, if I do recall correctly....

3. Teaching.

I get sick of teaching. All the time. Every day I fantasize of being able to finally embark on a lifestyle with no classrooms, no textbooks, no curriculums. But it's the only thing I can say I was born to do.

4. Reading. Mainly non-fiction.

5. Rating people's asses.

First, I see your face, then I see your ass. Man, woman, child. Doesn't matter. I'm hardwired to check out your caboose and either give it the stamp of approval or my condolences. Either way, I'm checking out your butt.

My husband is the only person I've ever met is more of an ass fiend than me. No doubt our kids will be some sort of closeted ( please be closeted!) anal-driven, booty-crazed freaks.

6. Keeping in mind that I am a spirit having a human experience--as opposed to the other way around.

7. Pretending to be rich while on vacation.

I'm not interested in seeing how the locals live. I'm from Brooklyn. Doesn't get more local than that. This means only four and five star hotels. The most expensive restaurants. Shopping 'till I drop.

...And then doing overtime for the next two months to pay the credit card bill. (shut up!)

This is me in a market in Hong Kong. Shopping bag in one hand. All I needed was a shisk kebob in the other to have experienced pure bliss on the earth plane.

8. Music (all genres), Art and Meditation.