let’s all make sure we’re not all one whole breathing universe together

Swiped from here, though she originally stole it from here.

Favourite toothpaste: I love toothpaste. I love floss. I love anything that I get to put in my mouth for more than a few seconds. Yes, anything. Currently sitting beside the sink in my bathroom – for me, and me alone – are five tubes of paste. There’s one of “Lemon Ice” and one “Vanilla Mint”, thanks to the good people at Crest. There’s also a tube of Burt’s Bees Lavender-Mint, and one of children’s orange-flavour paste. There’s also some organic cherry that tastes a lot like red NyQuil – I love NyQuil. My favourite – all time, hands down – is the lavender mint. It’s soothing, it’s tasty, and it leaves my mouth clean and tingly. My good friend Karen brought me two tubes of the lavender when she and her husband came up for the wedding in June. Mmmmmmmmm….

Singer that will most likely make me cry: I cry all the time, for all sorts of reasons, but it’s generally certain ‘magic’ notes, chords or lyrics that get me bawling. In the past, U2′s Bono could get me to weep by singing, “Red Hill Mining Town” – the part where he launches his voice to bellow, “Love, slowly stripped away..” gets me going in about a second, flat. In high school, I’d sit with my finger on the rewind button of my walkman, listening to him sing it over and over and over and over.. Thom Yorke from Radiohead (in addition to being hot) can usually find a way to make his voice low and whispery and dramatic enough to make me well up. And there’s something about a strong, unwavering voice – male or female – that makes my heart plunk a few times. I think it’s that my own voice is so incredibly terrible when I sing, that hearing someone’s voice just explode into the air makes me overwhelmingly wistful.

Most life-changing experience: Realizing I was in love with my husband. I was already married to someone else when it happened – I had the sudden realization that my lack of happiness in that marriage wasn’t just because I was the sort of person for whom ‘comfort’ can sometimes be a bad word, but because the relationship itself wasn’t right. I spent a solid month feeling parts of my life shift and my perceptions change before I acted on it, and holy crap, my life has changed.

Favourite colour of socks: Bright colours! Orange and yellow are my favourites – I call them “sunshine socks”. Heh. I’ve called them that since I was a kid, and have firmly believed that wearing such socks contributes to the overall mood of the day. You can’t stay mad or sad when your feet are radiating sunshine, right?

Most annoying thing about sidewalks: They aren’t enough. I want sidewalks that also have room to be bike paths. I want sidewalks that don’t just.. stop randomly. And I sincerely believe that when the concrete for a new sidewalk is poured, the people who live in front of it should be allowed to carve their initials and the date into it with a stick.

Favourite soundtrack for a movie I’ve never seen: I’m not sure there is one. Hrmph. I suppose one answer could be the soundtrack for “Garden State.” We watched it as a rental from Zip. A coworker met me in the kitchen a few days after we watched it and kept telling me how it was a fabulously uplifting movie, how chipper and upbeat and inspirational it was. I stood there, feeling my brain bubble and wondered if there was ANOTHER movie called “Garden State” and if somehow I had watched ‘the wrong one’. I still haven’t rewatched it to see what the hell she was talking about.

Reason that i would survive if I lost everything I have: I have never lost “everything” but I’ve certainly felt as though I have at times in my past. I survived that, and short of being run over by a bus I’ll keep suriving. What other choice is there, really?

Favourite neighbour: Our neighbours are worth a thousand demented blog postings of their own, but I will say that I am reasonably fond of the guy who lives next door – he’s rarely home, doesn’t complain about our dogs, doesn’t invade our privacy and he drives a great big dump truck (which gives him instant points!)

Best experience on a rooftop: After a certain age (9? 10?) my parents would allow me to climb up the TV antenna on our house and .. sit on the slanted roof for as long as I wanted. It was unspeakably cool to be there – above the world – by myself. I’ve never lived in a building with a rooftop that was accessible (like a rooftop patio or garden or whatever) nor have I ever known anyone who did.