A - Accent: I suppose Australian.
B - Breast size: 16-18 B, depending on the brand.
C - Chore you hate: Cleaning off my desk.
D - Dad's name: Bruce.
E - Essential make-up items: Uh...none.
F - Favorite perfume: Impulse: Strawberry Fields, if deoderants count. Otherwise - I don't wear perfume.
G - Gold or silver: Silver.
H - Hometown: Parts unknown, also known as Brisbane.
I - Insomnia: Not so much as just being a night owl.
J - Job title: Full time student, casual service assistant.
K - Kids: With garlic sauce only.
L - Living arrangements: Home with mum/dad/brother. Swap between computer/bedroom and actual bedroom.
M - Mum's birthplace: Brisbane. I think.
N - Number of cars you've owned: Lessee...old silver one, red one, two white ones, old crappy grey, older crappy grey, big black...oh, you mean personally? None.
O - Overnight hospital stays: The nights of 22-25 February 1989. Though technically I was there the night of the 21st as well.
P - Phobia: Cockroaches. Enclosed spaces. Suffocating. The letter Q...AHHH GET IT AWAY FROM ME.
Q - Queer?: AHHHHHHH. But more than a little tendency.
R - Religious affiliation: The religion of me. It's fun - you get to wear Spongebob Squarepants bandaids and listen to Marilyn Manson.
S - Siblings: Ryan, the one still living at home, 22. Craig, with the son, 25.
T - Time you wake up: 7:15. Give or take ten minutes, give or take two hours for holidays.
U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Just a second...okay. Green, blue, grey (though I suppose that's natural to some...), red (again...), brown (etc...), purple wash, a brighter red, a darker green, bleached fringe...and black strips in ponytail.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Cucumber/zucchini. Because if you don't know the difference, you shouldn't eat it. (Psst...zucchini are smaller and usu. have thick stalky things attached.)
W - Worst habit: Picking my nose, backchatting.
X - X-rays you've had: I think I had one as a little kid when I fell off the bed. I don't think I've ever had a dental x-ray.
Y - Yummy foods you make: Cookie dough ice cream doesn't count, right? ...well, I make a mean choc-nut rollup cookie.
Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces.
Update on piercing - Ball piercings are fucking annoying. Last night the ball kept going round and round without unscrewing, so mum wrote a note for me today. Attempt to call a beauty place without success. After school get picked up, and am informed by beauty person that this type has to be pulled apart by pliers. Dad gets home, and before he has his first beer he's enlisted to assist. A little pain later and the FUCKING BALL IS OFF. REJOICE. Retainer goes in, I get scared shitless upon seeing Mum with a HUGE pair of scissors and Dad with a cigarette lighter, and now it just doesn't want me to touch it until it can absorb the fact that metal is gone, meet your new partner Mr Synthetic Plastic.