Phear me, for I am a fruit loop
Jul. 6th, 2005 09:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Even though I took this quiz several months ago, I figured I'd take it again 'cos people change. If memory serves, I've sunk deeper into insanity. Yay me.
I have two orders on my desk. Yesterday, I was the proud recipient of four orders. That's a far cry from the dozens that would come in each hour. I'm so bored here at work, I can barely contain myself from jumping from my cube and encouraging folks to join me in the Electric Slide. Just something to break up the day.
I have one or two more Moon Myths to transcribe. Depressing innit? Something tells me that they all need a serious rehaul and I need a brain rehaul before attempting to complete the Cycle.
Tropical storm Cindy is due to mosey into the Upstate tomorrow. We're all staying tuned for violent weather, torrential rains, tornadoes, lightning, and sundry apocalyptic activity. This means that the grass will shoot up so high so quickly, I'll have to wear my custom dart-protector on the way to and fro the car. I hate Summer. Have I mentioned that I really truly despise Summer? Good for nothin' crap-ass weather.....
On the agenda for today: finish up arranging the back-porch for Iggy and pray that someone uses dynamite for candles on Dubya's birthday cake. He needs to go-the-fuck-away and leave us in peace. Real peace. True peace.
In closing, I've had some extremely strange dreams the past couple of nights. I can't really put them into words, but I can write out some of the major points of the dreams: Irish family in a castle, apple pie milkshakes, a Michael Flatley/Zaphod Beeblebrox combo as the Dean of Students at the Pentagon, my getting arrested for stalking and loaded onto an olive drab helicopter, a great fire wherein animals were burning, but were put out by a rainstorm, me "Riverdancing" up a hall at the Pentagon, me throwing birds at prospective buyers of the burned castle.
Seriously now.....what the fuck? Perhaps the results of the quiz are more than a little accurate and I need to be committed.
Disorder | Rating |
Paranoid: | High |
Schizoid: | Very High |
Schizotypal: | Very High |
Antisocial: | Moderate |
Borderline: | Low |
Histrionic: | High |
Narcissistic: | High |
Avoidant: | Moderate |
Dependent: | Low |
Obsessive-Compulsive: | Low |
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information -- |
I have two orders on my desk. Yesterday, I was the proud recipient of four orders. That's a far cry from the dozens that would come in each hour. I'm so bored here at work, I can barely contain myself from jumping from my cube and encouraging folks to join me in the Electric Slide. Just something to break up the day.
I have one or two more Moon Myths to transcribe. Depressing innit? Something tells me that they all need a serious rehaul and I need a brain rehaul before attempting to complete the Cycle.
Tropical storm Cindy is due to mosey into the Upstate tomorrow. We're all staying tuned for violent weather, torrential rains, tornadoes, lightning, and sundry apocalyptic activity. This means that the grass will shoot up so high so quickly, I'll have to wear my custom dart-protector on the way to and fro the car. I hate Summer. Have I mentioned that I really truly despise Summer? Good for nothin' crap-ass weather.....
On the agenda for today: finish up arranging the back-porch for Iggy and pray that someone uses dynamite for candles on Dubya's birthday cake. He needs to go-the-fuck-away and leave us in peace. Real peace. True peace.
In closing, I've had some extremely strange dreams the past couple of nights. I can't really put them into words, but I can write out some of the major points of the dreams: Irish family in a castle, apple pie milkshakes, a Michael Flatley/Zaphod Beeblebrox combo as the Dean of Students at the Pentagon, my getting arrested for stalking and loaded onto an olive drab helicopter, a great fire wherein animals were burning, but were put out by a rainstorm, me "Riverdancing" up a hall at the Pentagon, me throwing birds at prospective buyers of the burned castle.
Seriously now.....what the fuck? Perhaps the results of the quiz are more than a little accurate and I need to be committed.
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Date: 2005-07-06 02:48 pm (UTC)I'd offer to come have lunch and liven up your day, but today I'm staying home and letting daughter stay home from Girl Scout camp. I'm going to try and take her to the library and to go practice riding her bicycle if I can get her to get going.
Perhaps I should torment you via the phone.
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Date: 2005-07-06 02:49 pm (UTC)Have fun with the kid.
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Date: 2005-07-06 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-06 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-07 08:34 pm (UTC)