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Give me a detail about...yourself.--Al
-- Al Schroeder (email@example.com), July 27, 2000
Okay, Al, uh.. that detail of your belly button and the "taco meat" was a little disturbing! It's not something I wanted to visualize, especially about my adopted Dad! ;-)
But in any case... I'll share with you about my left thigh. It's full and is not boney around the knee... it's soft and vuluptuous, and in the middle of the inner part is a small light brown birthmark, which I aptly named my "if-my-face-is-ever-disfigured-in-some-sort-of- accident-you'll-know-who-I-am" mark.
My thighs are womanly.
We won't talk about my hips! LOL
-- Katie (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 28, 2000.
A detail about myself --
I have long reddish-blonde hair. It is past my waist. It has been about seven years now since I have been able to leave the house without someone commenting on how pretty they think it is. Strangers walk up to me and paw through my hair as though they have never felt hair before. Listen, my hair feels like yours. No different... it is just longer than average. It's like my eyes, too. Bright green. Nobody ever sees green eyes so they get me a lot of attention (to detail...) as well.
Meghan from Strangely Enigmatic.
-- Meghan (email@example.com), July 28, 2000.
Um. After I read the statement that I made, I think I sound like an idiot. I didn't mean that my hair was green like my eyes. I meant that my eyes got me attention like my hair does.
There. You found out another detail about me. I'm so scatterbrained. *Laughs* :o)
-- Meghan (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 28, 2000.
I, too, have a birthmark. It's on my lower back, larger than a nickle but smaller than a quarter. I always call it my trademark, and tell people ''If you see me without it, you'll know that's not the real me, that's an imposter!''
-- Joan Lansberry (email@example.com), July 28, 2000.
I have a great passion for lipstick - all colors and types......mattes, glossies, moisturizers and somewhere in between.....I have a lovely, sexy mouth. Full and blush in color, it has a perfect bow at the top. I love to slide the colors of my lipstick box across my lips, and watch changes. One color, I'm daring, another color, I'm quite demure. A Board Meeting in the morning might mean a nude peach. On team projects, I wear competitive reds. On romantic evenings, I wear a rose blush.
My lipstick box has approximately 200 tubes of color. That gives me 200 opportunities to slide different colors slowly across my lips, like honey......like....
-- Planet Earth (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 28, 2000.
I've spent a lot of time on my left foot since Sunday night, when I stepped into a pothole. It's not as painful as it was then, but the foot itself gets puffy when I sit here at the computer (when I elevate it, as I'm supposed to do, the swelling goes down). The toes protrude from the puffy base like little vienna sausages. There is a space etween the big toe and its neighbor--perfect for thongs, if I wore them. The toenail needs clipping.
There is dimpling at the left side of the foot, marking the end of the non-puffy tissue and the start of the puffy tissue. Is there a cracked bone underneath that dimple?
The skin is scaly, telling the story of a woman who does not spend a lot of money on creams and lotions. The ankle is thick. It has always been thick. Even when I was young and thin, my ankles were thick, perhaps as a portend of things to come--had to be sturdy to support the weight which would continue to accumulate on the body they support.
The heel is rough, as they get in the summer when socks are traded for Birkenstocks. The sole is clean, due to the scrubbing it received this morning after my shower, a bit of vanity I indulge in, remembering the "barefoot years" when the soles were perpetually black and unscrubbable.
Unseen in the examination is the twinge of pain that reminds me that I shouldn't be sitting here typing, but should hobble back to the recliner and elevate this foot.
-- Bev Sykes (email@example.com), July 28, 2000.
I have one freckle.
Only one. It's a tiny light brown spot at the base of my right palm - at the joint where my palm and wrist meet, directly beneath my middle finger.
When I was seven, I tried to wash it off. Didn't work.
-- firstname.lastname@example.org), July 28, 2000.
I love to bury my face in my cat's fur. My cat's weird, so he likes having people play with his stomach. So, I often engulf my nose and mouth in his belly fur and zerbert him. (If you don't know what a "zerbert" is, don't assume it's some sick bestiality thing . . . it's a type of tickle created by blowing real hard where everything vibrates . . . maybe that does sound sexual . . . but I promise it isn't!) Anyway, now that I've tried to shield myself from any bizarre sexual innuendo, I can feel my kitty's heartbeat when I do that. For some reason, it's comforting. It makes me feel -- not so alone.
-- Elan Kesilman (email@example.com), July 28, 2000.
From the time I was able to decide what I liked and didn't like I have not liked sweet things with my main meal, even candied yams at Thanksgiving. I was then, I am now and always was that way. Non-sweet appetized, non sweet main part of the meal - - - but hoo boy ! bring on the dessert.
-- Denver doug (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 28, 2000.
I have constellations on my arms.
My arms are covered in tiny, faint "beauty marks," as my grandmother called them. Over the years I've realized that they are actually moles - the benign, overgrown freckle sort of mole.
On my left forearm, just above my wrist, is Cassiopeia. On my left shoulder is Cyngus, also known as the Northern Cross. And on my left arm, stretching from my forearm up to my shoulder, is the Big Dipper.
-- Atara (email@example.com), July 30, 2000.
"The lady with constellations on her arms"...hey, some people might TATTOO that sort of thing on themselves, but instead, you have it naturally!---Al
-- Al Schroeder (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 30, 2000.
My eyes are pretty round and have been desribed as 'buggy.' I used to think they were just brown, but upon closer inspection, they're kinda green-brown. My eyelashes are long and dark. One eyelid droops a little more than the other. One eye is lazy, the other does most of the work. When I smile in a big way, I see the tiny lines around my eyes that tell me I've smiled like that often. I would like to think my eyes are my best feature next to my semi-crooked smile.
-- Kelli Jelly Bean Juggler Jelly Bean (email@example.com), July 31, 2000.
and these eyes don't always work so well...
This link should work...
Juggler Jelly Bean
-- Kelli Jelly Bean (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 31, 2000.
Let's see... I talk to myself. A lot. In public, even. I am terrified of spiders, but I like snakes. I have a tattoo of a black cat on my upper right arm, and a Kanjii symbol meaning "dream" on my left ankle. I dream over and over that my teeth have fallen out, and I have no idea what it means.
-- Mary Ellen (email@example.com), July 31, 2000.