Last Things Meme

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last cigarette: Never. Don't smoke.
last kiss: Got a smacker off most of my friends during graduation. Other than that... never. Am as pure as the driven bloody snow.
last good cry: Hmmm. Not the crying sort but I'm sure there was one. Probably during some Lennon Contemplation or something.
last library book checked out: The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy.
last movie seen: The Adventures of Don Juan starring Errol *sigh* Flynn. Last movie new to me: Animal Attraction late the other night on SkyPremier. Was only a little bit good.
last book read: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Last thing I read was the Q Special Edition about Led Zep that I read last night.
last cuss word uttered: Fuckwit. I love that word so much.
last beverage drank: Diet Coke. Made the mistake of trying Pimms with lemonade and needed to get rid of the horror. You cannot go wrong with Diet Coke.
last food consumed: Lunch: Ciabatta and a pepper thing with onions and stuff.
last crush: Not telling.
last phone call: Work to find out if I have any hours this coming week. I don't yet.
last tv show watched: VH1 Bad Boys and the Women Who Love Them or some such bollocks.
last time showered: Last night.
last shoes worn: My trusty black and white Adidas trainers that I will wear until they fall off my feet.
last cd played: How The West Was Won by Led *sigh* Zeppelin. Does anybody remember laughter?
last item bought: Vogue.
last downloaded: I'm a Tree by Imani Coppola cos it samples Soul Kitchen by The Doors. It's only OK.
last annoyance: Having a headache bigger than J.Lo's ego.
last disappointment: Ummm.... Don't know. Don't bother much with disappointment anymore. Probably something to do with the following: a: Led Zep, b: my keyboard or c: Sirius Black.
last soda drank: Diet Coke. Can you say 'duh'?
last thing written: A scene for the upcoming HP DDD sequel.
last key used: b? My front door key?
last word spoken: Git. To my dad in an affectionate manner.
last sleep: This morning. 3am to about midday.
last im: liss1224 *hugs* and also gryffinseye at the same time. *hugs*.
last sexual fantasy: Wouldn't you like to know? Actually, the only thing that comes close is an uber-weird dream involving Robert Plant which I hope is more to do with the last thing I read before sleep being Q's special edition Zep mag.
last weird encounter: There were a few during Graduation because of everyone's parents meeting. Weirdest had to be my family, Natasha's family and She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and family. My mum did a good job cutting SWMNBN down to size.
last ice cream eaten: Haven't had any in a while. Wish I had some neapolitan right now. Was probably chocolate.
last time amused: Lunchtime watching my brother try to wheedle his way back into my mum's good books.
last time wanting to die: Not sure. It comes and goes as a feeling but I've never actually felt suicidal.
last time in love: Hmmm. Good question. I think real love needs to be reciprocated perhaps, in which case, never.
last time hugged: Tuesday after dinner with Natasha and John.
last time scolded: Today by Mama. Something to do with lunch, me and being a peasant. Or something.
last time resentful: Not sure. I try not to be resentful anymore. It may have been last night when I realised I'll never be able to sing like Robert Plant.
last chair sat in: The chair I'm in right now. A grey computer chair with arms.
last lipstick used: Something for Grad Ball. Don't remember.
last underwear worn: Black. That's all I know.
last bra worn: white cotton Victoria's Secret thing bought last year in L'America.
last shirt worn: My Bugs Bunny New York Yankees t-shirt right now. The last shirt before that was a bottle green UCIrvine thing.
last time dancing: June 30th, Grad Ball. Or if I'm honest, the other night dancing along to the Animal Attraction credits.
last webpage visited: My LJ friends page, from where I nicked this from nightfalltwen.

I promise to write about Graduation (if anyone cares) soon, but I've got a horrific headache that even co-codamol hasn't yet eradicated. So I might go lie down, watch some more Don Juan and hope it goes away. Loff you all!