Psych Testing

I was meandering around today and saw this fun little meme over at Lisa's place. It's one of those Rorschach type tests. She gave me 5 words and I am supposed to say the first thing that comes to mind.

Green - Kasey. A friend of mine from high school and I just happened to see she'd recently blogged about trash at the movies. Her blog is called Green-Eyed Blogster. Can ya connect the dots? LOL



Note - Honestly? The first thing I thought of was Nota. Maybe because my 8 year old has been playing their version of "Down" by Jay Sean every stinkin' chance she gets. It's driving me a little bit crazy.



Minute - Rice.



Star - I didn't think of a word. Well, I did but, yk. OOh? You really wanna know? Ok, I thought of Slut. Fine, I'll tell it. One of my ex-boyfriends cheated on me with a hussy named Star. *spit* Now, remember, I'm not who I once was, okay? One night I was downtown with some friends watching them play a gig when my then boyfriend showed up. He'd been MIA for a couple of days with this slutty Star chick, so I was a bit miffed. Uh, we were at a bar so there were beverages to be had. I had a *few* and when he came in I confronted him. We took it outside and he ended up pushing me against the wall, so I decked him. Then I ran in and jumped on the pool table and was all, "What?! You want some more? C'mon! Let's go!" Whatever. Then Slutface showed up and she was all , "You hit him? I'm gonna kick your ass!" And I was all, "You probably can't even lift your leg you're so sore from whoring around.." ANYWAY...*ahem* Then jackass took my car keys and left. So we had to hot wire my car to get home (no, I didn't drive). The next day jackass showed up and begged forgiveness. He found his belongings in garbage bags by the front door. Oh, look, another story I won't be telling my kids.

First - Kiss. Awww! I don't exactly remember my first kiss - yk? The sweet little chaste thing? I remember my first French Kiss though. It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade. I was hanging out with my "boyfriend" Jeremy and his idiot friends. I had to get home so I kissed him goodbye. His moron friends we're all, "What? No tongue?!" Jeremy and I laughed, hardy har har, that nervous kind of laugh and I started walking away. The morons kept harassing us about how we'd never kissed with tongues and were scared and (uh, hello? YEAH we were scared - we were CHILDREN!) so we just bucked up and did it. It was horrifying and wet and sloppy and then...the little butthead bit my tongue and would not let it go. He thought it was HILARIOUS! You know what I thought was hilarious? I never let him kiss me again. So there. Taught him a lesson.



I'm not really sure what all that says about me, psychologically? But there's some verbal vomit for ya. Let me know in the comment section if you want your OWN 5 words. :-)

Have a day!