Pretty P's?

My introspective blog buddy, Kiyotoe, tagged me with the Seven P's meme a gazillion years ago. I'm supposed to list seven words that start with P and say how they relate to me.

So here are seven P words from off the top of my head.

pizza
phantasmagoric
preternatural
pipino
paardenlul
pyramid
Peter Piper

Now let's see how I can find a correlation between these P's and me.

• Pizza. Delectably full of yummy goodness. Lots of varieties available. Until you have too much of it and feel like throwing it all up. Yep, that can be me sometimes. I like pizza in many of its variations, and I like myself in my myriad manifestations (well, most of the time, anyway).
• Phantasmagoric. Something that's like an illusion, where figures are ever changing. There are days when my moods are mercurial (hey, maybe there should be a Seven M's tag too) -- confusing the hell out of some people...and me too. I'm sure there are aspects of me that even I haven't discovered, and I'm vaccillating between dread and anticipation at the thought of their eventual emergence.
• Preternatural. I think I first became aware of this word because of Anne Rice's vampire novels. Yummy creatures, vampires sure are. Well, not those that look like unbathed scavengers, but those with a genteel, dignified air. And the mucho sexy ones. With their preternatural powers, they're anomalies of nature. Sometimes I feel like one myself (an anomaly, though not necessarily a vampire) even though I eat, sleep, and go to the toilet just like everyone else.
• Pipino. I guess using a Tagalog word is a bit unfair, but the tag didn't specifically instruct the use of English words only! A pipino is a cucumber, and here we have a side dish: sliced pipino doused with vinegar and sprinkled with peppercorn. Some people like it, some people hate it, some people are indifferent -- they don't deplore it, but after taking a bite they don't take any more. Pipino = me. That's a good analogy.
• Paardenlul. Another foreign term, but this time it's Dutch. It means: "you horse's dick." (Learning to cuss in another language is so much fun!) Now I'm usually a sweet girl; I'm not the type to kick kittens. I saw someone do that once, and the sight made me cry. But sometimes I purposely act like a horse's dick (not literally, of course!) -- but only when someone is asshole-ic to me first. Childish, I know. But giving in to the urge to get even is so gratifying at times.
• Pyramids. The pyramids of Egypt are an awe-inspiring sight. I don't have their majesty, their timelessness, their understated grandeur. But I like to think I have a smidgen of their endurance: though a bit worse for wear, they've withstood ravages of the natural and man-made kind. And like them, I'm fortunate to have people who care enough to help me withstand the factors that chip away at me from within and without.
• Peter Piper. Mother Goose was one wise womanimal. While I don't pick pickled peppers, I can relate to this tongue twister. We do things and we do things and we do things and when the fruits of our labor don't manifest themselves immediately, we lose heart. My impatience annoys me a lot, but I've come a long way dealing with it baby.

Some other P words that came to me just now are: pinwheel, pinnacle, pinprick, porpoise, pestilence, patience, peanuts, Pantene (a shampoo brand). But I'm all done! And now I pass on this tag to my dearest soul sis in India, the one and only H. This crafty composition connoisseur deplores memes, but she gave me leave to tag her. So I am. H, you're It.