Bouncing babies aren't always cute. Or funny. They are snot-filled. And they can't aim nor control the release of their snot. So I thought a tiny tot on my lap while I rushed a very late cell report would inspire me. Don't even ask why I thought that. Apparently, I didn't get inspired. Oooh nope. I did get more than I bargained for though.

Took another test. I must be very free or very insecure (ha!) - tongue-in-cheek ah... don't take me so seriously. Anyway, this is what it says:

You're a frustrated rebel. James Dean trapped in an accountant's body.
You
bend the rules for relief from the tedium, but you don't completely let
yourself go. Even as a child, you played ring-and-run only when the
neighbours were away. Admit it, you sometimes chafe at the restrictions
you put on yourself. For you, being a good person takes priority over
being a 'good time'. Your halo may slip from time to time, but you're
not
slow to straighten it. Oh, you're not 'holier than thou,' you're more
'I really shouldn't…' All of your efforts have paid off: your friends
trust you, know you're reliable and would probably walk bare foot over hot
coalsfor you. Of course, you could be a little slower straightening that
halo once in awhile. Believe us, it won't hurt!

I believe you.

Hmm.. someone outside just shouted, "Please bring me an onion!!" Feeling a little anti-social tonight, are we?

Hungry. Going to scavenge for food. Ciao.