Punked from Nacey.

Look each of the following up on Google Image Search.
1. The age you will be on your next birthday.
2. The place you live.
3. Your favorite color.
4. The place you want to get married.
5. Your first love.
6. Your favorite fruit or vegetable.
7. Your favorite animal.
8. The last name of your favorite actor or actress.
9. The name of a pet.
10. Your favorite song.
11. A bad habit of yours.
12. Your middle name

( LJ cut, away! )

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It's funny how Hallmark holidays lose their meaning so quickly.

ANYWAY, the cemetery is now my favorite playground, which is a major step up from not wanting to visit it at all. There's so many quirky things to see. For example, a guy three or so rows from dad has his volkswagen sandblasted onto his headstone. Some people have vases and lanterns built into their headstones. There's a patch of grass on dad's grave that never seems to grow. And, my personal favorite, there's a family buried by the roadway - Jake, Gladus and... Fang, the cat. I probably visit Fang very time I visit dad, which isn't that much, but still. ACCEPT FANG INTO YOUR HEART TODAY!

The cemetery was crawling with people today. I guess they weren't happy with us racing up and down the rows. Oh well. I was never one for keeping public ideals sacred.