Joy Unconfined

Swiped from Ms. Solitaire

Layer One: On the Outside
Name: Joy. Unconfined. Or… a more recently acquired moniker – Ms. Joie de Vivre
Birthday: July. My birthstone is the ruby, but I accept other gemstones nearly equally.
Current Location: I dwell in darkness… cozy place.
Eye Color: golden brown, I’m told.
Hair Color: auburn, because the henna, she makes it that way
Righty or Lefty: I’m… ALWAYS right, dahling
Zodiac Sign: I’m ALLLL Leo, baby. You may genuflect at will.

Layer Two: Just Below the Surface
Your Weakness: Flattery. Sh. Don’t tell anyone I’m a pushover for those who worship me.
Goal: Survival
Your Fears: Rejection. And heights. I don’t like to be up high. I don’t want to fall. And yeah, it feels like that rejection fear.

Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: GODDAMNIT!
Your bedtime: Whenever I’m too sleepy to sit up anymore.
Your most missed memory: hmmm. I don’t know that I have one.

Layer Four: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: I tend to avoid the carbonated high fructose corn syrup beverages
McDonald’s or Burger King: Neither. I do not care for the fast food. I like real food.
Single or Group dates: Groups, because I don’t want to get closely involved with boys. Boys are bad juju.
Adidas or Nike: Neither. I like 4 inch heels.
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Neither. I prefer more aromatic and potent teas, thank you.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate. Dark. Bittersweet.
Cappuccino or Coffee: Tea, please. Thank you.

Layer Five: Do You?
Smoke: never
Have a crush: a few
Think you’ve been in love: repeatedly
Want to get married: never again
Believe in yourself: not at all
Think you’re a health freak: No. I’m too self-indulgent. I enjoy the pleasures of life too much to deny myself anything, though I do try to strive for balance.

Layer Six: In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: A bit last night.
Gone to the mall: Yes. The podling had to have the Lucky dragon t-shirt
Eaten Sushi: Yes. At Jag’s birthday party. And it was good.
Gone skating: No, the last time I put me feet on a roll-y thing, I severely jacked up my right arm and it still hasn’t completely recovered.
Dyed your hair: Yes. It requires most of a day to accomplish. Every month it’s my “sit at home with mud on my head and watch movies” day.

Layer Seven: Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: Game? No.
Gotten beaten up: Never physically. In the last 2 years I have been emotionally pummeled and destroyed. Repeatedly.
Changed who you were to fit in: I did. I’ve stopped. It is good.

Layer Eight: Getting Old
Age you’re hoping to be married: Been there, done that, wore the suburban mommy khakis and polo shirt. All done now.
Plastic Surgery or Wrap: If I had the money, I wouldn’t be averse to a little lift, a little smoothing, but nothing too artificial. I’d like to grow old at least SOMEwhat gracefully.
Buried or Cremated: I don’t care. I’ll be dead. Dispose of my carcass as economically and cleanly as possible.

Layer Nine: Perfect Mate
Best Eye Color: Doesn’t matter, as long as there is depth behind them
Best Hair Color: I am partial to dark hair.
Short or Long Hair: I don’t care, as long as he has a some sense of style… and no, I don’t mean perfectly coiffed. Just… nice.

Layer Ten: What were you doing…
1 HOUR AGO: taking podling to pick up her books so she could do her homework
1 WEEK AGO: something similar
1 MONTH AGO: I don’t know, but I’m sure it was insignificant if I don’t remember it.
1 YEAR AGO: Living in absolute emotional hell.

Layer Eleven: Finish the Sentence
I LOVE: but it is not valued.
I HATE: rarely, but searingly when I do.
I HIDE: what I really feel.
I MISS: being valued.
I NEED: but I will never have.

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