Nine-Layer Bonnie Cake Meme
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bonniegrrlSince everyone else is doing it, I will too...
More than you ever wanted to know about me, me, me!
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Bonnie Burton
-- Birth date: July 12th 1972
-- Birthplace: Dodge City, KS
-- Current Location: San Francisco, CA
-- Eye Color: Hazel
-- Hair Color: varies... originally brown-black.
-- Height: 5'7
-- Righty or Lefty: Lefty in sports, Righty for the rest.
-- Zodiac Sign: Cancer
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: 1/2 Italian, rest is a mutt mix of: British, Native American, Scottish
-- The shoes you wore today: Red sneakers faded from beaches and dog walks in the park.
-- Your weakness: Scrawny tattooed boys who look like Beck.
-- Your fears: Being homeless, or having something painful happen to those I love.
-- Your perfect pizza: I love the Escape from NY Potato/Pesto pizza, but back in the day Godfathers made a mean Mexican pizza that I dream about.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Publish a novel.
LAYER THREE:
-- I use AIM -- for everything. And I do mean everything.
-- I work with Wookiees.
-- Your best physical feature: My badunkadunk...no just kidding... my eyes.
-- Your most missed memory: Watching cartoons with my little brother in our footed PJs every Saturday morning.
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Dr Pepper sucka!
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Since I'm on a mad course of action to not to eat fast food and eat less meat, I would have to say neither. But if I had to choose something -- ya know it would be In-n-Out.
-- Single or group dates: Depends what I want. If I want to get it on (snicker) then single. If I'm too shy or chicken to make the moves, then group date.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Tejava.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla with a little something something thrown in.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Chai.
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Use to from age 13 to 26. Menthols no less.
-- Cuss: Fucking hell! and What the fuck? are my faves.
-- Sing: Our choir teacher in jr. high told me to mouth the words instead of singing them, I was so bad. I only do karaoke when completely wasted.
-- Take a shower everyday: At the gym I do. At home it's nothing but me and Mr. Bubble.
-- Do you think you've been in love: The key word there is "think." Sure I thought I was in love, but I think it only really counts if the other person loves you back. So no.
-- Want to go to college: Went and got a BS in Journalism, a BA in English Lit and then returned to study horticulture for fun. I'd like to go back and take a few night classes for fun.
-- Liked high school: HATE IT. My classmates were cruel and stupid. Though I did hone my writing skills and started freelancing at a really young age. I also had a great Shakespeare professor and wrote for the school paper.
-- Want to get married: Maybe one day. Right now I don't think I could ever trust anyone completely enough to believe they wouldn't let me down in 10 years. I'm all for living in sin for years and years. ;-)
-- Believe in yourself: The last few years, less and less. But that's changing thanks to a few goals I'm seeing through, and great pals who remind me that I'm better off here than pushing up daisies somewhere.
-- Get motion sickness: Only on rollerocasters.
-- Think you're attractive: Not in San Francisco, and then I go back home to the Midwest at a county fair and feel like I'm one of the cutest gals in the planet. Go figure.
-- Think you're a health freak: Trying to be.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Not until they were divorced and I wasn't under their roof anymore. I think being an adult helps too.
-- Play an instrument: Alto Sax (as a kid), piano, guitar, bass
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: At San Diego at the Gentle Giant/Lucasfilm Party, then Project Shindig. I don't drink as much as I used to.
-- Smoked: Took a drag off of some cute boy's cigarette.
-- Done a drug: Nope.
-- Made Out: I WISH!
-- Gone on a date: Haven't been on one in over 2 years. Lame.
-- Gone to the mall?: Hellayeah! I got to Northgate by work all the time to the movies.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Nope.
-- Eaten sushi: LOVE IT. I have a special place I go to in the Sunset.
-- Been on stage: Does backstage count?
-- Been dumped: Nope. Not dating takes care of that.
-- Gone skating: Nope.
-- Made homemade cookies: Nope.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Nope.
-- Dyed your hair: Yup -- red streaks!
-- Stolen Anything: Nope.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Oh boy, yes.
-- Been caught "doing something": Heh heh. Oh yeah.
-- Been called a tease: In jest. I think.
-- Gotten beaten up: Thank God no.
-- Shoplifted: Nah.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Too many times. So I stopped dating.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: Maybe when I'm in my 60s and I meet that special someone at bingo night.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Let's see if I ever go on a date first, eh?
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: The groom shows up sober. I do like the idea of shriners in FEZ hats driving mini-cars as my wedding procession.
-- How do you want to die: In my sleep. Or by saving a bunch of people.
-- Where you want to go to college: Been there done that.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A kid.
-- What country would you most like to visit: England, Iceland, Prague
LAYER NINE:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Enough.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: With my life? Um. I suppose a handful.
-- Number of CDs that I own: Way too many to count.
-- Number of piercings: Double in the ears. And a navel ring. Oooh la la.
-- Number of tattoos: One and another on the way.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: A lot. I used to write FOR papers, so my byline is in there a lot. I also write plenty of letters to the editor like an angry old man would.
-- Number of scars on my body: Wow. I used to skateboard (badly) to impress boys, was hurled around too much in mosh pits in high school, when i was 8 my bike crashed into a recycling pile of glass, was self-destructive for awhile with scalpels, not to mention all the klutzy crap I've done that resulted in bloodshed. So let's just say quite a few.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I'll write the book later and you can read all about it then.
Your turn.
More than you ever wanted to know about me, me, me!
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Bonnie Burton
-- Birth date: July 12th 1972
-- Birthplace: Dodge City, KS
-- Current Location: San Francisco, CA
-- Eye Color: Hazel
-- Hair Color: varies... originally brown-black.
-- Height: 5'7
-- Righty or Lefty: Lefty in sports, Righty for the rest.
-- Zodiac Sign: Cancer
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: 1/2 Italian, rest is a mutt mix of: British, Native American, Scottish
-- The shoes you wore today: Red sneakers faded from beaches and dog walks in the park.
-- Your weakness: Scrawny tattooed boys who look like Beck.
-- Your fears: Being homeless, or having something painful happen to those I love.
-- Your perfect pizza: I love the Escape from NY Potato/Pesto pizza, but back in the day Godfathers made a mean Mexican pizza that I dream about.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Publish a novel.
LAYER THREE:
-- I use AIM -- for everything. And I do mean everything.
-- I work with Wookiees.
-- Your best physical feature: My badunkadunk...no just kidding... my eyes.
-- Your most missed memory: Watching cartoons with my little brother in our footed PJs every Saturday morning.
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Dr Pepper sucka!
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Since I'm on a mad course of action to not to eat fast food and eat less meat, I would have to say neither. But if I had to choose something -- ya know it would be In-n-Out.
-- Single or group dates: Depends what I want. If I want to get it on (snicker) then single. If I'm too shy or chicken to make the moves, then group date.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Tejava.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla with a little something something thrown in.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Chai.
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Use to from age 13 to 26. Menthols no less.
-- Cuss: Fucking hell! and What the fuck? are my faves.
-- Sing: Our choir teacher in jr. high told me to mouth the words instead of singing them, I was so bad. I only do karaoke when completely wasted.
-- Take a shower everyday: At the gym I do. At home it's nothing but me and Mr. Bubble.
-- Do you think you've been in love: The key word there is "think." Sure I thought I was in love, but I think it only really counts if the other person loves you back. So no.
-- Want to go to college: Went and got a BS in Journalism, a BA in English Lit and then returned to study horticulture for fun. I'd like to go back and take a few night classes for fun.
-- Liked high school: HATE IT. My classmates were cruel and stupid. Though I did hone my writing skills and started freelancing at a really young age. I also had a great Shakespeare professor and wrote for the school paper.
-- Want to get married: Maybe one day. Right now I don't think I could ever trust anyone completely enough to believe they wouldn't let me down in 10 years. I'm all for living in sin for years and years. ;-)
-- Believe in yourself: The last few years, less and less. But that's changing thanks to a few goals I'm seeing through, and great pals who remind me that I'm better off here than pushing up daisies somewhere.
-- Get motion sickness: Only on rollerocasters.
-- Think you're attractive: Not in San Francisco, and then I go back home to the Midwest at a county fair and feel like I'm one of the cutest gals in the planet. Go figure.
-- Think you're a health freak: Trying to be.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Not until they were divorced and I wasn't under their roof anymore. I think being an adult helps too.
-- Play an instrument: Alto Sax (as a kid), piano, guitar, bass
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: At San Diego at the Gentle Giant/Lucasfilm Party, then Project Shindig. I don't drink as much as I used to.
-- Smoked: Took a drag off of some cute boy's cigarette.
-- Done a drug: Nope.
-- Made Out: I WISH!
-- Gone on a date: Haven't been on one in over 2 years. Lame.
-- Gone to the mall?: Hellayeah! I got to Northgate by work all the time to the movies.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Nope.
-- Eaten sushi: LOVE IT. I have a special place I go to in the Sunset.
-- Been on stage: Does backstage count?
-- Been dumped: Nope. Not dating takes care of that.
-- Gone skating: Nope.
-- Made homemade cookies: Nope.
-- Gone skinny dipping: Nope.
-- Dyed your hair: Yup -- red streaks!
-- Stolen Anything: Nope.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Oh boy, yes.
-- Been caught "doing something": Heh heh. Oh yeah.
-- Been called a tease: In jest. I think.
-- Gotten beaten up: Thank God no.
-- Shoplifted: Nah.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Too many times. So I stopped dating.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: Maybe when I'm in my 60s and I meet that special someone at bingo night.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Let's see if I ever go on a date first, eh?
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: The groom shows up sober. I do like the idea of shriners in FEZ hats driving mini-cars as my wedding procession.
-- How do you want to die: In my sleep. Or by saving a bunch of people.
-- Where you want to go to college: Been there done that.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A kid.
-- What country would you most like to visit: England, Iceland, Prague
LAYER NINE:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Enough.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: With my life? Um. I suppose a handful.
-- Number of CDs that I own: Way too many to count.
-- Number of piercings: Double in the ears. And a navel ring. Oooh la la.
-- Number of tattoos: One and another on the way.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: A lot. I used to write FOR papers, so my byline is in there a lot. I also write plenty of letters to the editor like an angry old man would.
-- Number of scars on my body: Wow. I used to skateboard (badly) to impress boys, was hurled around too much in mosh pits in high school, when i was 8 my bike crashed into a recycling pile of glass, was self-destructive for awhile with scalpels, not to mention all the klutzy crap I've done that resulted in bloodshed. So let's just say quite a few.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: I'll write the book later and you can read all about it then.
Your turn.
