I sing a hymn to the death of love.

August 2: expunge

Tonight will either go down as one of the best in my personal history, or I'll be begging to expunge it from my own memory shortly.

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• Do you know anyone who DOESN'T have an ex?
  I'm going to say Yes. This person might disagree, but those of us who know even the sketchiest details would have to argue differently.
• Are you able to count to ten in another language?
  probably four of them? Maybe?
• Is anyone you know really religious?
  definitely. Not like it's a bad thing.
• Can you sing?
  can, yes. Should I? That's another question altogether.
• Have you ever read Gone With the Wind?
  I have not--nor have I ever desired to do so. That Southern historical romance genre has never done much for me.
• If you look back at pictures of yourself from years ago, do you hate it?
  uh, no? How weird is that?
• What is the purpose of it all?
  a short list:
  • friends
  • beer
  • kittens
  • music
  • deep sleep with no dreams
  • hugs
  • cold cereal
• Is there someone that likes you and won't leave you alone?
  barnacles...yes. There are a couple. But there are worse things, eh?
• Has an animal ever taken a strong dislike to you?
  oh, definitely! There was a cat named Catbird that absolutely detested me, wanted to rip my face off. And I think that I may have—very inadvertently—pushed a fish to suicide.
• When was the last time someone gave you a handwritten letter?
  you might be surprised how often that happens to me: it seems that if you give, you often get
• Has someone ever told you how they felt about you in a letter?
  yep
• The truth all comes out when someone is drunk, true?
  sometimes yes, but sometimes it's just the bullshit that escapes
• Just a random question, but can you tap dance?
  uh, no. And now, back to the non-random questions....
• No one really bothers with the legal drinking age anymore, do they?
  yes. They do. In fact, I was carded at the grocery store on Wednesday while buying the beer that I'm drinking right now.
  The legal drinking age is there for a reason—younger people aren't intellectually capable of processing in the same way that adults are. Even adults don't deal very well with alcohol, but they don't start with the same automatic handicap that children do.
  Foolish question.
• When was the last time you felt disappointed in yourself?
  Sunday.
• For you, do you commonly feel more jealousy or envy?
  "For me"?
  Envy.
• Do you rely on the heads/tails flipping of a coin sometimes for decisions?
  never—though The Mumbler and I are fond of the Magic 8-ball from time to time
• Have you ever owned a garden?
  I don't think of it as "owning" so much as "tending". If my houseplants don't count, then I'd have to go back to the newlywed house to claim one. Most of it was eaten by rabbits. Bon appétit, little bunnies.
• Who was the last person to text you?
  I'm still waiting for a text response to an insanely provocative (no, not that way) pair of messages that I sent a couple of hours ago.
  Far more interesting is the phone call that I got just after I'd settled in to eat dinner this evening. I'd never been asked to bond anyone out of jail before. I highly recommend a call like that; it's an excellent way of determining one's feelings in a heartbeat.

[from an Oh. My. God. Long. post of The Cat's, who got it here. To be continued! The title quotation is by Fay Weldon, and reads in its entirety: "Better to hate than to grieve. I sing in praise of hate, and all its attendant energy. I sing a hymn to the death of love."]