Back from Meze Taverna, Potters Bar

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Just got back from my dad's birthday dinner at a Greek restaurant in Potter's Bar. Did not have the kind of baklava that is manna from the gods themselves, but very nice all the same.

That said, I don't appreciate having the mick taken out of my inability to eat cheese and my great dislike for seafood. My family seems to treat me as if I'm just doing it to be annoying or something.

And then, when asked about rose_rain's project by my mum, my brother chimed in with his own, frankly biased and inaccurate definition of what straight edge actually is. I swear I wanted to lean over and hit him, especially when he snottily asked if I even knew what a punk was. I asked him, equally as snotty, whether he wanted the 50s, 70s, 90s or 21st century definition. Wanker.

And now, snitched from emony:

1- What film would you like to wrap yourself in like a warm blanket? We don't need to know your reasons why. We're not *that* interested.

Casablanca and The Adventures of Robin Hood. And as to why (like I care whether you're interested or not): they both remind me that the world is a beautiful place full of good people where good things can happen.

2- Puppies and kittens. Aren't they cute? But wait, you only have fives seconds to save the world by killing either said puppy or kitten! Who gets to live? The puppy or the kitten?!

Well, if it were a choice between me, the puppy and the kitten: Me.

3- Seriously. Do you read your *entire* friendslist? I mean, c'mon. Seriously.

Yes, I do. I don't have a particularly long one anyway, but I do read it all. Except the other day when I got back and it was at like, Skip 80 after a day or so. I skipped a few bits and pieces.

4- Dick Cheney or Donald Rumsfeld. You HAVE to have sex with one of them. It's the law. Which one would you pick?

It's the law? Then I choose all out rebellion.

5- Ever picked your nose and wiped it on someone when they weren't looking?

Er, no. Ick, man, ick.

6- Joss Whedon. Enormous fucktard asshat or genius?

Most geniuses are fucktard asshats, but not all fucktard asshats are geniuses. And the word 'genius' is too easily applied to the unworthy these days. Clever, perhaps, but Joss Whedon is not a genius.

7- Admit it, you know all the words to WHAM!'s Club Tropicana, don't you?

Yep.

8- Is there someone on your flist that you would love to shake some goddamn sense into?

Not really. We're all going through life in our own ways.

9- Was Oswald a patsie? Who do you think killed JFK?

Victor Laszlo.

10- Ever contemplated staging your own death just to get five friggin minutes of peace? If so, who would your new alias be? If not, well lar-dee-dar to you and your perfect life.

I've never really thought about it. I've thought about disappearing from the known world, but not staging my own death. Maybe I'd go and find Jim Morrison. I would maybe call myself Laura Walsh or something totally random.

Really, I'd just like to remain myself and head off to a little island or far away place and be on my own. That would be cool.