Meme Alert, stolen from Kyra Ojovsomethingorother

[anigo]

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. (or typed, even)

(I just HAD to know about the jello)

Comments

[tigermorph.livejournal.com]

whispers
Tra

[anigo.livejournal.com]

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. (Random enough for you?)

2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
Wondering Where the Lions Are - Bruce Whassisname

3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
Somebody said Champaigne Jello. I'll second that.

4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
We are the horsewomen

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
Approaching you on ATH and thinking you were soooooooo me and being afraid you would think I was stalking you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
A tiger

7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
What did you ever see in the Doughole in the first place?

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. (or typed, even)
Roger

[tigermorph.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I have time to answer this properly.

You have to keep in mind I was coming from an alcoholic home, where I saw my Dad beat the everyloving crap out of my Mom. Where I was never taught anything except to be seen and not heard.

My first boyfriend was gay, my second boyfriend was only interested in sex, my third boyfriend ignored me, my fourth was a drug dealer, and somewhere in there was a guy who lost his virginity to me because he thought I was Catherine. (MY friend in Toronto.)

When I met Doug he was tall, blonde hair, green eyes, confident, and interested in me. His parents were married still, they whole picture seemed very traditional which is what I had been missing my entire life. It seemed safe and orderly. He was responsible, had picked a career and was working toward it, while I was still aimless and lost. He seemed like salvation from the hectic insanity that had been my life.

Looking back, I can see the domination, the overpowering, the making me question myself - it all was there from the start. I just was able to brush it off so much easier in the beginning. And of course,he stepped up the abuse as time went on, when we got married, when we had kids, when he thought I was stuck/trapped forever.

There you have it.