Okay, well, super-boringly I have to skip my first six favorite things because they're my yams and anybody who knows anything about me already knows that.
So what's the competition for seventh-favorite-thing-in-the-whole-world?
BRAINSTORM SESH!
Games!
Music!
Air drumming!
Thuh nazstyyy!
Star Warses and Marvelses!
Lying on a blanket at night looking up at the stars with somebody I love!
Specific games! Like ...
HeroScape!
DragonBane!
Dungeon Crawl Classics!
Mothership!
Reading stuff, like ...
My boyfriend's books!
My girlfriends' blogs!
Manga!
Directions on the back of the margarita mix!
Okay, okay, I think that's enough options.
So what do I pick?
AIR DRUMROLL, PLEASE!!!
DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-POW!
The answer is: ME!
Faked you out, right? (Specially after last post when I said I wasn't going to blog about myself anymore!)
Thing is, though, if you're going to do life right, somewhere near the top of your list has got to be you.
I don't mean you've got to be the most important thing in your life, or the thing you spend the most time on -- and I definitely don't mean the thing you spend the most time thinking about.
But you need to be way up there as one of your favorites or how can you be happy?
You gotta appreciate yourself. There's nobody like you!
So that's my answer. Right after my six yams, I'm my seventh-favoritest thing in the world. There you go.
Sashanatashalaspicykiolbasa, out!
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