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I love having a "BS" degree. Double-major in Communications & Sociology with a minor in Psychology. I didn't decide what to study---it picked me. The above was very easy/came naturally for me. Sociology was really fun. I wanted to be a veterinarian. But, I found the whole science track boring---not in the sense I wasn't learning something, but wasn't triggering my peek interest like sociology was. So I figured I'd make a lot of $$$ and donate to my animal causes/charities instead. Go gators!

Real World/Road Rules on MTV. Love the drama. I can't believe these idiots are my age or older. I'm also jealous they get to play fun games for money. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I am, big time! Hugs and kisses on the cheek hello. I'm very affectionate with my friends. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I clicked your link...then the next...then figured it out

Your call gave him the super-power needed to break loose from his chains. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

He's chained to the walls of my lair. I'll return him as soon as he stops screaming your name Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I know, I know, I'm a girl and we don't seem to have the same "issues" with cops. But, growing up I knew the cops in my area by name. My area was more upscale--parties were always busted before 10 p.m.---there's this no noise tolerance thing. But, the local cops knew me and my house--only child, parents always gone = party house or place to stay when you don't want a curfew. They were always SO cool. They let my friends take their beer & liquor with them, provided it was unopened and they put it in the trunk. They would even hang out a while (I have some hilarious photographs!). They even stopped by a party at my friends house where we were having a "5-finger Christmas scavenger hunt" (I know, I'm ashamed, but at least I wasn't the one who stole the baby Jesus. That's just WRONG!). They didn't do anything---but I was a little tipsy and somehow convinced them to take these funny photos as if they were arresting us. We have hilarious pictures of us with the cops. And speeding tickets? Yes, I got 8 in the first couple years I had my license---but I put nitches in my dash board every time I was pulled over and when I finally traded in my car I had 29 nitches! And only 8 tickets! Cops are the best Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I dont' change my own oil, either. But, I could if I wanted to I have a friend that owns a Tune-Up shop. I've taken my car to him since I could drive. He does it for free--synthetic oils and all. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

My father is a royal meat-eater. I went veg at 11 and later 90% vegan. The smell of bacon still drives me nuts---in the way that I always REALLY want some. I never really miss anything else. But, I do have a burger or steak once in a blue moon I will never eat Porky again. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Back when I used to have AOL in early college years, I used to have messages pop up all the time asking for my measurements. But in life, face-to-face, I don't think I ever have. I would think measurements would be obvious face-to-face---obviously does it for you, or obviously doesn't Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That's just sick. SICK! At a carnival one time when I was younger---similiar situation, got sick to my belly and had to do so in a port-o-let. NEVER AGAIN! I won't even describe to you what happened--it was so traumatic. And I have a ROYAL face thing---I don't like things on my face, don't like people touching my face. Ohhhh.....trauma.....the memory....why, why, did you go there? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Is it really? I'm handy with a set of tools, but I think it's a special wrench; ie: has a special name. B/c mine has that extension on it you just stick this tube over the whole lug nut----WAIT, I'VE GOT IT!!! IT'S A SOCKET WRENCH!!! Just came to me Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Not true! I was required, despite the fact that I bought my first car at 15 on my own, to change the oil & change a tire before I was allowed to drive it. It's not that hard--and a lot of women can do it. But, it reminds me of my favorite story--This is how you can tell a good guy from a bad: In high school, I had a flat tire in the senior parking lot. A really good guy friend of mine was pissed at me, and had been for about a week---hadn't spoken to me---ignored me. I was trying to change the flat in the parking lot, but I'd misplaced the lug-nut remover (OK, so I don't know the proper name for the tool thingy) and was trying to use my resources to remove it. My friend (who mind you, wasn't speaking to me) drove by and saw my predicament. Without saying a word, he pulled over, got out his lug-nut remover thingy, and proceeded to change my tire. Then got back in his car and left. He never once said a word. But, he obviously still *loved* me. Ha! Eventually he got over his ridiculous reason for not speaking to me/ignoring me, but I LOVE that story and even 8 years later, still measure-a-man by how he shows you he cares by that gesture. Even when my boy-toy is pissed or vice versa, we're there for one another. I wish ya'll the same And that's my sappy moment for the day. I know, I know...few and far between. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I loved Foofer (the blue dog), and Pound Puppies, Smurfs, The Snorkels, and I know it wasn't a cartoon, but Fragle Rock was awesome--I have a little sea-turtle sculpture who wears a safari hat that I keep in my fridge--I named him "Traveling Sam" (for those who also loved Fragle Rock) Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Bobbi, you never cease to entertain me. Yes it does! But, generally I keep a tile floor Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Please don't rinse her down the drain. Capture her and set her free on a bush outside. Ladybugs are VERY good luck---at least that's what I told the lady when she found one in her salad at a restaurant I worked at in high school That job lasted a mere 3 months---I never worked in a restaurant again. I don't know how you service people do it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Of course I pee in the ocean. I pee in the woods, I've peed under a bridge, I've peed in a dirt parking lot, behind bushes, just about everywhere. Anywhere is better than a port-o-let! Plus, it's bad for you to hold it---and I have to pee a lot. But, when the side effects of the anti-pee medicine include nausea, hair loss & sexual dysfunction--well, I'd rather just pee a lot, thank you And that's my story Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Onomatopoeia. I love that word Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Same here---I would have bet money I'd have been labeled "obsessive", but nope. I guess that means I can continue moving things slightly to the left or right to keep them from bothering me Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Mine didn't give me one. Does that mean I'm perfect??? Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

For the ladies & the guys:. It might sound silly, but try to keep your minds out of the gutter for two seconds---this is NOT meant as foreplay, but is relaxing. While your man is laying down--naked, boxer-briefs, whatever the case may be--straddling him flip your hair over and let it lay on his body and move all the way down. Repeat. Yes, I've had a girl do this to me And it feels SO good. My hunny loves it, too. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I admit, I used to own hundred, too & sewed most of them myself with fabrics I liked. But......I WAS BORN IN THE 80s....and I was like 7 years old But, I'm sure you work a scruncy like nobody's business, girl Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.