I bought a ton a flowers...

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Memed from likeadeuce:

• Comment with "I got drunk and bought a ton of flowers"
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions. (If you want. Totally optional.)

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Response, Part 2

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3)I had two dogs. Sasha and Jett. Mongrels, the both of them, but sweethearts. They're technically my parents' pets, but I suppose that counts.
As to adding one to my life? I've thought about it. I live alone, so having a pet to talk to would probably come across as far more sane than me talking to my appliances...occasionally in French. A dog would be a nice companion. A cat might even fit the bill. Hell, a cat would probably do very well in my small apartment. Thing is, I'm still working on figuring out how to take care of myself some days. Not sure I'd be doing a pet any favours by bringing it in to my life at this point. I'm not ruling it out though.
A goldfish? Maybe? ;)

4)The obvious answer of a book with a cup of tea, or a or a movie with a cup of tea, is probably one you'll have assumed by this point.
I do, however, enjoy plugging in to my iPod, and dancing. The apartment dwellers around me probably wouldn't much like it if I cranked it on the stereo, so the iPod is the safer bet. When I'm somewhere else on my own, I blare it, and dance. If this is gentle swaying to soft stuff, head banging to the harder stuff, or bouncing around and lip-syncing to bad pop music, it doesn't matter. Music. Dancing. Potentially with my broom as I tidy things up. If people could see in to my place, they'd more likely than not think I was mad.
I've been known to listen to classic radio plays as well. My friend Red burned me a bunch of CDs chock full of 1940s radio plays that are wonderful to listen to some days.
Then, there's writing. I have so many bits and pieces of all kinds of things that I don't know where to go with. I know characters, I know a couple locations, and I know a few brief plot points, but nothing that coalesces in to something greater than the sum of parts. Frustrating, but a fact.
I've also taken to watching Canucks games on a regular basis. It's an exercise in masochism. I do text my brother while I do so, as he watches the games too, so there's that.

5) Tricky one. And here, I think, is where I might get a little controversial.
I'm going to assume you're talking about religious beliefs. I think the answer would have to be 'Love Wins' by Rob Bell. I read it once, and I think that it's not so much what the book had to say (I certainly don't take the book as gospel truth at all, and I don't think Bell has a total bead on the truth) as what it got me thinking about.
I'd always struggled with the concept of hell. Always. The majority of my friends are non-believers, and yet sterling people. I get not being welcomed in to heaven, but sentenced to eternal torment? They may not be candidates for heaven, but there's no way they deserve to burn in hell. Bell's book got me thinking about that a little more closely. He pointed to stories of so-called 'Christians' doing horrid things: the one that stuck out in my mind was one where a man (I believe her father, or her step-father) raped a girl while reciting psalms or singing hymns. So, that guy gets heaven because he's a Christian. Ghandi, however, by virtue of not being a Christian, gets hell? None of this ever sat right with me. The book brought this to the forefront of my mind and got me thinking.
It led me to considering (hoping for?) a more Dante-like vision of hell. The idea that my friends would be lumped in with rapists, killers, and so on and so forth simply doesn't fully compute. That there's a place for virtuous non-believers that doesn't put them in the same category as say, Jeffrey Dahmer or Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo seems right to me.
Of course, it's not my place and it's past my understanding. I still wrestle with the concept of hell. I pray a lot about it. I wonder a lot about it. I'm still trying to figure it out. What Bell's book did was give me a major kick in the pants that forced me to move from just thinking about the ideas to directly confronting them. Does that make sense?

Re: Response, Part 2

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live alone, so having a pet to talk to would probably come across as far more sane than me talking to my appliances...occasionally in French.

I just have to say I love you for this. Really.

Books, tea, dancing, music, writing. Now, I know why we get along so well. You and me are two of a kind. :hugs:

And yes, that makes total sense. The books that moved me most and influenced the way I believed weren't things I inhaled and took in at face value. They catalysed me. (And let's just say in short, I've never subscribed to that version of heaven/hell. Heaven is within, peoples. :end rant: ) Mister God, This is Anna was about a six year old girl, and I can't say she had it all right, but Lordy, she opened up my mind and got me thinking outside of boxes. I think that's the way the best books are. They let us inside their questions and their grappling with angels and heavens and make us ask our own.

Thank you so much for sharing. I loved reading these.