From mago at 63mago.blogspot.com.
I’m not tagging anyone.
I don’t drink. I get awfully gloomy when I do, so I don’t.
I hate liars and lies. And I don’t forgive. I shun. Have the &^^ to give me the truth no matter how horrible it is.
I can take a lot of nonsense, make allowances and give leeway, more than the norm perhaps. But I have a superb temper, when pushed beyond a point. You don’t want to try that.
Even if I trust you, one part of my brain is watchful; checking and comparing all the time.
I take refuge in food. Explains the extra kilos. And I’m not apologetic.
The one thing that really scares the hell out of me is my mind breaking apart.
I need to see the stock mkt numbers and my astrological forecast everyday. Pathological.
I vacillate between being very communicative and clamming up, wanting people around and wanting to be alone, sort of all’s right with the world, and blues.