What's the one thing you're most neurotic about?
Without question my teeth.
I love to brush them and I love my Sonciare toothbrush and I HATE the feeling of grunge on my teeth. I will spend 20 minutes in the bathroom just brushing and flossing. I have my own plaque scraper and I know how to use it.
And oh yeah, I've never had a cavity. EVER. And I love my dentist.
What talent do you have that you wish more people would recognize?
OH SNAP!
Is just being a bad-ass biznitch a talent? Cuz, fo' real, ya'll betta recognize!
Talent I should recognize? Being a good mommy and fiance.
Talent others should recognize? When I can focus long enough, I'm a pretty good writer. (I know, can't tell from my blog. :-P)
I'm a hella good bartender. I don't 'flair' and throw bottles and crap, but if you're the fourth deep in the bar, you better believe you're getting your drink on in the shortest amount of time possible. Don't wanna taste your booze? Got ya covered. Think I'm watering down your drink? After I bitch slap you I'll let you know that if you wanna go toe to toe with me, stop dancing and sweating it out faster than I can put it in and stand here with me. Then we'll see who's watered down. (Damn you Miami and your big boob to bartend requirement!)
Um, damn near professional smart-ass.
Oooh, yeah, and I'm a decent circus freak too. Not as bendy as I should be, but hey, gotta leave something to work on.
This is fun!
How about thinking for other people? I've become pretty good at that in the last <ahem> two years.
Did I go this long without discussing my, oh nevermind, that's just too obvious for the question posed.
Damn, I'm also a professional procrastinator. Get back to it, woman!
Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?
Really? Could be that my sense of humor is dark, dry and utterly sarcastic. Could be that my idea of jokes are some people's idea of mean. Maybe because, at times, the jokes I make are over their heads and that equals I'm being mean. Could be because I'm just a bitch at times.
Wait, no, cross out all those answers. Real answer = I don't care.
See? I am a bitch.
What is the worst date you've ever been on?
Ah, great memories. I had just returned to PA from NY and was working alongside a friend bartending in a tiny restaurant that made me enough money to only work a couple days a week. In walked TC*, a guy that was all the rage back in our high school days even though he was from another school. (If girls from another school are saying you're hot, then you must believe that you're hot.) He was flirting with me(!) pretty hard core (but not vigilante hard core to the penis). I was a little leary to deal with him, mainly because, well, just because. BUT, Sparky, who was a friend of my family, said to give him a chance. So I did. I actually ended up giving him a lot of chances. Sparky thought I would be 'good for him' and I might be able to 'help him get himself together'. I'm such an enabler.
I digress. We set a time and a day and TC came over to pick me up. It went downhill from the door. He wanted to go to a bar to get a drink, which I wasn't opposed to. It just happened to be the particular bar he took me to that was ALL WRONG! I lived in a little place called the Mon Valley. Steelworking kinda place. So that means some areas were nice, some areas were mediocre, and some areas, well, you just didn't go to hang out. Guess where we went?
He took me to, literally, a hole in the wall bar where I was a little afraid to sit on the bar stools let alone drink out of anything that wasn't a bottle I opened myself. He sat there drinking and talking to people in this dive and left me to play video games. They did have a jukebox and so I went over to see what was on. I'm pretty sure that I played "Silly Ho" by TLC and he took that as a personal affront. Afraid to be left in this nightmare, I had to go over to the bar to make nice, and that's where I saw the kicker – the reason I didn't go slumming in this area.
There was a 'woman' sitting at the end of the bar who looked like she had had a hard day of physical labor. She was drinking a 40 of Old English (in a can, in a brown paper bag), through a straw, that rested between her two front teeth. I am not making this up. That was the point where the 'date' was over for me and I said that it was time to go. And yeah, he had the nerve to make a comment about me thinking I was too good to be there. I can't believe I went out with him again. My self-esteem musta really been in the shitter.
*Names have NOT been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
How did you create your username for VOX? What influenced your decision?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
Only because I'm bored, Vox.
My name = difficult to pronounce for some
Co-workers at the time = lazy drunks that didn't want the morning shift
Me = morning shift all the time
Morning shift all the time = nickname of Sunshine (and not because of my sunny disposition, asshole)
Lazy friends = Sunshine gets shortened to Shyner or Shyne
Now living in smelly south Florida = Miami-Shyner