Ninja for a living'd probably make filling forms awkward.

The Obvious: personality tests tell me what i want, and that's not necessarily the best course of action. so if every dratted test i take online to procrastinate an potentially life-changing decision tells me i'm a flowing, free-spirited, flowers in my hair & ants on my toes, pee in the bushes, dance to the blooms of a thousand tulips, hug the chicken don't hurt it's feelings and eat it, Lady Healer of the World's sodding babies, o-so-Piscean, budding writer/artist, that doesn't mean it's meant to be.

After all, those inherently flawed quackery crackery things also go on to gush that religious education & counselling are marvellous career paths for persons of my deposition, and o hello, your roll on the floor laughter of the day is proudly sponsored by letter M, the number 9, and these long-sentences.


fine, the real reason i'm annoyed is it's 10.52am and you know i'd much rather be told i'd be the Warrior of the Warped Universe, Terror of Mondays, Doom-bringer of Ninjas, Ravisher of Shoes, Attacker of Art Friend, Berserk Queen of all Flea Markets, Wanderer of the Whispered Isles, Lady Knight of the distant shores made of pure gold.
You know, awesome, fearsome things. Am i doomed to never be fearsome? GRR!

and me want cookie. OM NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.