My Fear of Clowns

Yes, I am here to admit that I am deathly, sickly and overwhelmingly afraid-to-death of CLOWNS.

Why, you ask? God damnit, why the eff NOT?!

See evidence below :



I think it all started when I was around 8. I remember that the whole family went to a carnival somewhere(on the outskirts of Manchester, maybe). We bought tickets to go inside the big performance tent to see the spectacle. After like 10 minutes into the performances, a group of clowns came out and started doing their thing. Everyone was laughing their faces off but I wasn't. All I could think of at that moment was that each of the clowns looked scary as hell. The way they looked at the crowd was kinda creepy and, dare I say it, evil. I saw glints of mischief that just freaked me out. It was probably then, that at the age of 8, I knew. I knew that clowns are the spawn of satan.

Heck, I don't even like Ronald McDonald, for pete sake. Have you seen those shoes? Yeah, the ginormous ones? I think he uses it to stomp on little kids that don't buy a Happy Meal.

So, what are you afraid of?

*ponder*

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I recommend listening to If You Steal My Sunshine by Len. Loved it during the 90s.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMl2QtZmLEQ


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Diet Tip #1

One of my recent discoveries:

Get yourself a mouth ulcer. It'll make the thought of food passing through your mouth sound so very unappealing.



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ps/ Damn, ulcer! Me wanna eat!

I'm not Looking for Mr Right, I'm Looking for Mr Wonderful

I know it's actually pretty useless for me to list my perfect man, but what the heck, a girl can dream, right?

I want a guy....

1. That has manners. I'm not saying I need him to be as perfectly groomed as Prince William, but he's got to know the difference between what's appropriate and what's not.

2. That doesn't smoke. This one's a toughie, I know, cause so many guys love to puff away nowadays. But, smoking makes you stink, and if you do it next to me, then it makes me stink. It's also a waste of money.

3. That knows the meaning of respect. As in respect for me, his elders, my elders, his friends etc. If you can't respect others, then how do you expect me and the rest of the world to respect you?

4. That remembers the little things. I know the big things score big, but it's the little things that make my heart beat that little bit faster for you. Like, remembering my fav type of coffee or the fact that I don't like yellow shirts etc. Of course, I'll memorize to death the little things about him too.

5. That has motivation/ a dream/ ambitions. I absolutely cannot accept the existence of lazy, good-for-nothing, lepak-all-day-and-night, let-other-poeple-do-it type of person. If you're not contributing to something then you're just a waste of space and heck, you're using up my oxygen.

And if we happen to share the same interests in music and movies then he can virtually think of me as his for life :D

Basically, I want....



"Nate, if you see this, give me a call."