Tagged...

Tagged...me? Huh? *scratches ear looking for new earring* Alright not there, in that case I don't want to know WHERE those scientists decided to tag me. Alright, so I'm supposed to post 8 random facts about me huh...where to start...

How about at 4...4's a good number!

4. Yes I know it's not one, but one's such a lonely number. 13 is my lucky number, in school when everyone else was jokingly talking about what bad things happened to them on Friday the 13th I was busy enjoying my wonderous luck.

5. When I was younger my imaginary friends (who I still talk to sometimes by the way) actually spoke to me, touched me, I didn't have simply visual imaginary friends, I had complete sensory experiences.

6. I taste emotion and some other things too. Anger tastes like black licorice, Fear tastes like sour milk, Love tastes of strawberries. Night tastes like extremely dark chocolate (but only at that moment when the final blue fades from the sky and true darkness descends, oddly enough the taste is stronger out in the boonies away from the city.)

7. When I was 11 I wrote my first novel, it was about a young woman who had lived the first half of her life as her fathers government funded science experiment and then changed everything about her. In that novel the couple were betrayed by her brother-in-law who was a cop for way too many years.

8. I still often have to fight my urge to fight for words of praise from every man I come across, blame a consistantly absent bio-dad and my mothers series of abusive partners.

9. The thing that scares me most (outside of heights) is being viewed as worthless and lazy. For years that was how my mother described my father and how my friends described my mother. It really screws with my head when someone does...and means it.

10. Sometimes when I wake, just before the sleep paralysis wears off I feel as if the weight of the world is pressing down on my chest, for just a few moments it feels as if I have been buried alive.

11. I often have recurring dreams, well less a recurring dream and more a recurring city, I could draw a map of every feature in that city. The number of times and places and manners in which I have died in that city are innumerable.

Alright, had to end on the odd note...or would that be odd number. For those of you who have not yet been tagged by others TAG!