The Layer Cake

[outlier_lynn]

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Lynn
-- Birthplace: Santa Cruz, CA
-- Hometown: Don''t have one anymore. When I think of it at all, it tends to be "Northern California."
-- Current Location: San Diego, CA
-- Eye Color: Blue
-- Hair Color: Brown in some few places, gray in the rest.
-- Height: 6'1" or so. Used to be 6'2" but I seem to be getting shorter.
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Home loving, nurturing Cancerian through and through.

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: My last name is English. My mother's maiden name is Swedish. but I think I'm really more blue-collar/Okie by social class distinctions.
-- The shoes you wore today: Tivas.
-- Your fears: Fear of failing or being found wanting for brains. It's an old one and has no real power in my life anymore. There are no show stopper fears anymore.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Don't really have a goal, just a direction. Peace, love and joy on the planet.

LAYER THREE:
-- Your first thoughts when you wake up: Coffee and Computer!
-- Your best physical feature: Plenty of people lately have liked my furriness. I like my smile and my eyes. Hell, I like my whole body. :)
-- Your bedtime: Sleep when tired, wake when not.
-- Your most missed memory: A memory I miss? I think that is badly worded. :) I miss my father. Often. Right now, as a matter of fact. He was a very loving man and I was a bit of a disappointment as a teen. He died when I was 18. I would like for him to see me know. He would have been a Rocky fan. Yep. He would. Damn. Tearing up. sigh.

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Root beer -- real root beer. Or Murphies on tap in Ireland.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Neither if I were starving. In and Out and Rubios. Although, I am getting out of the habit again and back into vegies!
-- Single or group dates: If I were to date, it would only be group dates. The current definition of dating makes my skin itch in an unpleasant way.
-- Adidas or Nike: Neither, ever. Sandals, dress shoes or barefoot.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Licorice herbal tea. English Breakfast with scones and clotted cream.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate for most things. Vanilla for root beer floats and coffee creamer.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Lattes. With caramel.
-- Weapon of choice: No weapons.

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: I did for a long time. Don't know. Yay ME for quitting!
-- Smoke weed: Yes. A couple of times. It makes me grin 'til my face hurts and turns my brain completely off. I can't stand either condition. I won't do it again. I have given some little thought to experimenting with hallucinogens. But I probably won't. I really like my brain the way it is.
-- Cuss: When it seems appropriate. No stigma attached to words in my world.
-- Sing: A lot more often than people want me too. :)
-- Have a crush...if so on who?: There are long lists. None I am prepared to or care to have advance past the schoolboy crush stage.
-- Do you think you've been in love : Yes. All the time. Several right now. Blissfully in love with dozens of people.
-- Liked high school: Worst place on earth. I would cut my throat before I would live through that hell again.
-- Want to get married: NEVER AGAIN. Didn't want to the when I did. It was just a lot easier to deal with the world married. But it is expensive to end one. I will never give the state that much power in my life again.
-- Believe in yourself: Bad question. I believe in what I stand for. That is better.
-- Get motion sickness: No.
-- Think you're attractive: Doesn't matter if I think so. Other's do. That's enough. And it's all that matters. I will believe them, 'cause I like that answer.
-- Think you're a health freak: No. I don't think I'm any kind of freak.
-- Get along with your parents: I get along fine with my mother since she died. I miss my father since he died.
-- Like thunderstorms: Only two things I miss about living in Illinois are thunderstorms and fireflies.
-- Play an instrument: I'm learning. I'll never be any good, but, by god, I refuse to not try. And I'm happy with my progress to date.

LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: A little bit now and then. I dislike the feeling of "drunk."
-- Smoked: Not for 10 years.
-- Smoked weed: Not for 5 or 6 years.
-- Gone on a date: No.
-- Gone to the mall: When I need to for some reason.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No. But in my younger days, I certainly tried a few times. I was a chubby guy in high school.
-- Been on stage: Can we say THE ROCKY HORROR PICTU RE SHOW!
-- Been dumped: No.
-- Gone skating: No.
-- Made homemade cookies: No.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Yes. I live mostly without clothes on. Clothes suck.
-- Dyed your hair: No.
-- Stolen anything: No.
-- Been to a concert: One, of sorts.
-- Killed someone: No.
-- Tried to kill yourself: No.

LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes.
-- Been caught "doing something": I assume that means something sexual. Never caught 'cause I that would mean it was something I shouldn't have been doing. Only the person I am with and I can decide if it is right or wrong. I don't care much what a third party has to say about it. I have had sex with other people around. They could watch if they wanted. It was no big deal.
-- Been called a tease: No.
-- Gotten beaten up: Yes.
-- Shoplifted: Candy bar when I was eight.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Yes. The Navy. Made a career out of it before I figured out why I was so miserable all the time.

LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hoping to get married: Never again.
-- Numbers and names of children: One. Heather.
-- How do you want to die: Quietly, quickly and when it is time.
-- Where do you want to go to college? I don't want to do any more. I have BS. And it is worth exactly that to me.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: I'm as grown as I want to get. Maybe a bit more that I want to get.

LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color? No preference
-- Best hair color? No preference
-- Short or long hair: No preference
-- Best articles of clothing: No preference

LAYER TEN:
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: A very large number.
-- Number of CDs that I own: Possibly 70 or eighty. No stereo at the moment, though.
-- Number of piercings: One. Left ear.
-- Number of tattoos: None. I have never been able to come up with something I am sure I will want 10 years from now much less for the rest of my life. Maybe something related to Crazed Imaginations and RHPS? I guess no tattoo for me.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Often for awhile depending on what one calls a "newspaper." One or twice for big newspapers.
-- Number of scars on my body: a couple or three. Not actually keeping track.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: No regrets. What is past is past. Dwelling there is a recipe for madness.