Revisit, in Hopes of Inspiration

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE

Name: SamSam
Birth date: May 3, 1984
Current Location: Work, Downtown. That's about as descriptive as I can be without getting in trouble.
Eye Color: Grey-blue most of the time. Remember the Crayola called "cadet blue"? But there's also a little gold ring very close to my pupil and when I've been crying, they turn very blue. Crayola called it "cerulean".
Hair Color: medium brown where it's growing out of my head, with some hints of copper on the bottom half.
Righty or Lefty: Righty, like most serial killers, but not Jack the Ripper, so there. (I still love this answer)
Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE

Your heritage: Mut/mongrel. I know there's some German, lots of UK and some African. The boy thinks there's some sort of Norse descent in there somewhere, too.
Your fears: Pain.
Your weakness: Alcohol, sometimes. Anyone who makes me feel beautiful and loved. Friends.
Your perfect pizza: The Pesto Primavera from The Flying Pie, still. Whether there's a link over there, still, I'm not sure.
Goal you'd like to achieve: I still want to make enough money to live the way I want, but I also want to like my job all of a sudden. And of course to make my relationships work and last as long as they can. Maybe starting to think about having kids, scary.

LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW

Your thoughts first waking up: I wish I could cuddle and be warm like this for another 5 hours.
Your best physical feature: I like my smile and my eyes. Other people tend to like my tits.
Your bedtime: Whenever I fall asleep. Since I walk to work now, most of the time I try to be in bed before 2pm.
Your most missed memory: If I couldn't remember them, I wouldn't miss them, right?

LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King.
Single or group dates: Single. But I don't really date. The boy and I like to go out and be social, but that's not really like a double date, now is it?
Adidas or Nike: Converse, really.
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Either. I really dig Good Earth, right now.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate ice cream, vanilla milk.
Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino is coffee.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU...?

Smoke: "Oh, funny. I just stopped filling this out for awhile so I could smoke a cigarette." That's what I said last time, and it's actually true this time, too. Weird.
Cuss: Like a sailor. But I still don't like the word "cuss".
Take a shower daily: No.
Have a crush: Yeah. Hardcore, actually.
Think you've been in love: I think I am right now.
Like school: I loved it while I was there, but I dread going back.
Want to get married: It's not important, but I don't really hate the idea. I've never desired or pursued or even fantasized about it, really.
Believe in yourself: Abundantly.
Think you're a health freak: No. Never in a million years.

LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU...?

Gone to the mall: No.
Been on stage: Not a proper one, but I have performed.
Eaten Sushi: "Yeah. And I'm going again next weekend." How odd that this exact answer also applies. Strange how some things never really change and some things change a lot.
Dyed your hair: No. (Like this. I quit coloring my hair about a year and a half ago. It's a trip.)

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER...?

Played a stripping game: Yeah. It's called "I'll take your clothes off and you'll take mine off as fast as we can". The game that comes after is even more fun, though.
Gotten beaten up: No.
Changed who you were to fit in: Yes, but not in years.

LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD

Age you're hoping to be married: I'm not really hoping to get married. Under certain circumstances I would consider 50 an appropriate age.
Age you want to die: I don't know. I'm pretty sure no one really wants to die.

LAYER NINE: IN A GUY/GIRL

Best eye color: Now that I have ample experience with all of them, I find I have a preference for blue, but I still like genuine eyes, regardless of color.
Best hair color: No real preference here, except I'm creeped out by light blonde hair.
Short or long hair: I don't care as much about this one either. As long as he has a healthy attitude about his own hair, it could be no hair. I don't care (The one exception is that patchy, nasty, clumpy hair that looks like mange. And also, if it's obvious he spends more time on his hair than I do on mine, what's the point?).

LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...?

1 minute ago: Taking a smoke break.
1 hour ago: Eating the leftovers of a Fiesta Taco Salad with chunks of steak and avocado ranch dressing.
1 day ago: Working and then having a few drinks for $2 Tuesday. And eating a delicious jerked pork roast with veggies and apples.
1 week ago: Spending the day in bed, wrapped up with The Birthday Boy and getting wasted before noon.
1 year ago: Working at Qwest and hanging out with that same birthday boy. Spending all day in bed on occasion, then, too. Maybe we're not monogamous, but we certainly are committed and apparently long-term. This freaks me out a little.

LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: my life right now.
I feel: tired. And poor.
I hate: money. And how fat I am right now.
I hide: Thin Mints from myself.
I miss: Getting a full paycheck.
I need: To make more money.