"The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic " 8 Weird Habits/Things About Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 8 Weird Habits/Things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 8 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their devPage comments and tell them to read yours."
1. Hmmm...well...one of the weirdest things about me is that I have conversations with myself, and other parts of my body...*cough cough my boobs* Not just muttering and mumbling about stuff...but like full fledged conversations. Lol. Yes, I am a bit crazy. But its the good kind...
2. I do not like the eiffel tower. It annoys me. Srsly. No offense to the French...its just...yea. Lol.
3. I like vocal/symphony type music...alot...and latin music...that I can't even understand...but i still try to sing along with it anyways >.>
4.I wish I was things other then what I was alot of times...lol...lately its been a jaguar shapeshifter thing. Yea.
5. I have a thing for guys with accents...especially Irish and Russian...>.> I think its hot...except for british...no offense chaps. Oh..and Canadian accents. The whole eh thing is fuckind adorable (those that say it, might I add)
6.I think the word "savage" is sexy...O.o *doesn't know where that came from*
7.I do not like wolves very much in reality, and yet, one of my favorite book series is about wolves...and I want one for a pet...
8.I like Brittany Spears...alot...lol.
And now I tag...
Devious Comments
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A blood covered moon I see tonight.
From this shadow which I dwell.
Ever seeking a refuge from the light
Fleeing to land I call hell.
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~*Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, yet willing to draw blood in it's defense*~
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A blood covered moon I see tonight.
From this shadow which I dwell.
Ever seeking a refuge from the light
Fleeing to land I call hell.
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~*Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, yet willing to draw blood in it's defense*~
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A blood covered moon I see tonight.
From this shadow which I dwell.
Ever seeking a refuge from the light
Fleeing to land I call hell.
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