Blech.
Wishing I was in sunny Boracay or idyllic Palawan or serene Pagudpud or even hard-to-reach Catanduanes.
But since I'm not and I don't want to write a blue post (did I mention that I'm feeling all blech-y?), let's have some fun stuff instead. Such as:
| You'll die from a Drug or Alcohol accident. | ||||
| Let's face it - when you get drunk/high you lose all control and do stupid stuff. Unfortunately in your case those propaganda anti-escapism commercials prove true. | ||||
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| 'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Barring the fact that I don't do drugs (I've tried some, okay? But I don't do them) why am I not surprised at these results? Damn beer.
What's that you say? Death quizzes aren't fun? Oh, alrighty.
[Good heavens, the radio station is playing Nobody Wants to Be Lonely, by Ricky Martin and Christina Aguilera. Apart from the fact that they're veddy pretty specimens of the male and female species, I don't really like them.]
Let's try another fun thingy, shall we?
Lizza -- [adjective]: Full of bees 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Hmmm...
This could mean that I can sting something really awful or that I'm full of honey. Awwwwww.
Unless what it's really saying is that I'm full of B's...BS...bullshit. Hey, that isn't nice!
[Oh, Spandau Ballet's Gold is playing on the radio now. An omen? I'm full of honey! Woo hoo.(note the lack of enthusiasm)]
Isn't it pathetic when you find yourself somewhat believing what these online quizzes say?
P.S. Celine Dion singing that godawful Titanic tune just came on. Kill me now! [and I'm half meaning it]
29 comments:
I hope you're getting enough sleep........a nice cup of cocoa and a good book might help........I do worry you know
Ohhh, you really are so sweet. Thank you Daddy Papersurfer, I appreciate it. The early morning hours have been my working hours for so long now. But I usually get enough sleep, thank you. Not the "normal" sleeping hours (I'm usually asleep from 5-10AM, but I'm used to this routine).
HAHAHAHA...Lizza is this perfect for me or what?
You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.
Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.
Matt --
[noun]:
A master blogger
Cheers my friend!!
Hahahaha! Those results are absolutely perfect for you, my friend. Cheers!
I shall die from an unlikely illness, like the plague. Only to find out that eating more broccoli would have saved me.
Gah.
I hope you pick up soon - I loathe the blech feelings..but they do pass...a bubble bath and a cold beer is what you need, girl.
Do the bubbles sweet pea.
Works everytime. And if it'll make you feel any better....It's less than 24 hours before I catch a flight to spend 10 days with Bud and I've been in bed since last night with food poisoning. I will never eat chicken again for the rest of my life!! Haven't packed even.
I'm weak and sick and blechy.
Wasn't that cheery?
that was fun!!! sorry you're in a blechy mood....that's the story of my life.
aww man, it said i was going to die in a car accident and since I've always worried about that, now I'm in a BLECHY mood too!
thanks lovely.....
damn
Glad I took the death quiz, Lizza. I'm going to die from a heart attack during sex, they say. Well, there are worse ways to go. Hope you get over your blechh!! Go see the funny cats video my daughter sent me. I posted it in Gem-osophy.
for whatever it's worth, i am not feeling peachy myself, although blech is still not part of my vocabulary.
blessed holy week. i wish i was home at this time of the year.
I too will die from a heart attack during sex, although that's very close to mysteriously or sleeping.
I'll take the sex, please. Hopefully it'll happen as a centenarian...or a bicentenarian...or something.
Sorry you're blech. I'd suggest a bout of the S-Team, but the frickin' server is down. Still. Since Monday. Blah. You can still see the missing strips on the Brick House (courtesy of CJ Doyle) - there's a link from the AST blog.
Ian
Mine said I would die of a heart attack during sex. The blog thingies know me.
That's cute... I'm gonna go try the quiz now :)
Hope the blech-y feeling goes away ...
Wendz: That sure sounds good. Thanks!
Mimi: Oh, no! I hope you're feeling all better now.
Rach: Hah! Yeah, right. ;-)
Kiyotoe: Nah, I think you're probably indestructible. ;-)
Gem: I'll go watch it, thanks!
Ian: I didn't realize some of the strips were missing. I'll go look. Thanks!
Travis: Some of you guys are so lucky. That would be such a great way to go.
Terra: Blechy feeling all gone, thanks. I hope you had fun with the quiz.
Photo: Watch for Sidney's Holy Week pictures. I'm sure he's going to have great ones when he posts again.
Dang!
this is what my quiz result said.
Dang!
[WOOOOHOOOOOOOOO]
You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.
Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.
And the other one turned outto be prettttty accurate.
without revealing my name, here's what the quiz result for the meaning of my name is:
[noun]:
A hermit living in the big city
Awwww Lizza. cheer up. Bees are really cool. they lounge around in flowers all day long making honey [which is as good as dying of a heart attack during sex].
hugs.
By the way, I notice that a lot of people who visit your blog are going to die of heart attacks during sex.
hmmm.
makes me wonder.
Prometheus dies young, in a car accident. See? No sex. Damn. Bugger you, QuizFarm.
Though the manner of dying is kinda James Dean-ish.
H: Looks like a lot of you are going to go out happy. :-D
Hermit living in a big city. Now that is just, so... you. Haha!
Hugs right back at ya.
Prometheus: Now you gotta go find you your own Little Bastard, eh? ;-) Or perhaps not.
I think you need to find a new radio station ;-)
I'll die by walking into something I didn't see. I know this because it seems like I end up practicing it everyday.
Aww, honey!
Where are the links to the songs? =)
Yeah, I know the blech-ys when they come. In my case, maybe it's separation anxiety.
Michael: But I like this radio station. Except when it's playing crappy songs.
HB: Ano ang honey sa Tagalog? I'll be damned before I post a link to that yucky Titanic song. And cheer up, just think about how much fun D will be having looking at the silicone implants in LA. ;-)
I am going to get the plague, strange that they want me to eat more broccoli when all I eat are veggies.
Kyels: Hugs back at you. :-)
Natalie: Well, eat even more broccoli then. :-)
Pukyutan. =)
LOLOL I will die from a heart attack during sex!! Like THAT is a surprise--hmmm--well yeah--sorta--never thought I'd have a heart attack *giggling*
HB: Ang chaka. :-) Hindi siya sweet pakinggan.
Turnbaby: Haha! It better be damn good sex then.
I'm apparently defined as "a person who is a master of making ravioli." Which I guess I'll be eating when I'm old and dying of a heart attack.
I knew it...pasta is a vitamin. :-)
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