What badass mamajama started the Friday Fluff craze that’s sweeping the nation? Lisa from Seeking Elevation, that’s who. Read her often hilarious, totally irreverent and always honest replies to surveys posted to Quizopolis.com. And join in. I double dog dare ya.
This week’s survey was created by: whii93
Art by elisaann
What’s your sexual orientation?
I used to have a t-shirt that said straight, but not narrow. Pretty much sums it up.
Do you share your bedroom with someone? If yes, with who??
My husband, our cat and her litterbox. Mama needs a bigger house.
Do you resemble a famous celebrity?
Because Pangie is awesomesauce on toast, I copied her. With different, yet equally unsettling results.
Now, I’ll take Daphne any day of the week. The Sure Thing, Modern Girls, Spaceballs. Melrose Place AND One Tree Hill(Did I tell you about my adoraballs little friend who thought OTH was called Montreal? Zomgs, kewt.)? And my inner geek is fainting with the awesome of being in any way connected to Buffy Summers.
But Michael fucking Bloomberg? Hold the phone, stop the presses, insert outmoded exclamatory statement here! I am confused by him – lifelong Democrat/ran as Republican, Democrat values/Republican fiscal choices, New York city mayor/actor in such films as The Adjustment Bureau and New Year’s Eve. I also dig him and think his accountability approach has done good, good things for a city that I love so dearly. But, look like him? Pshaw, I say. Pshaw and hell to the no. But probably more accurate than a 50 year old black man. Just sayin.
What brand is your mobile?
Oh, you Brits. Why is every little weirdo thing you say is so freaking sexy. My mobile is an Apple iphone. Ooh baby.
What keychains do you have with your house keys?
An awesome owl that my bff gave me when our matching Coach flower keychains died from overuse. Bonded for life at Woodbury Common Outlet Mall.
Do you drive? If yes, what cars do you own?
I could care less about cars(we have a Honda CR-V that’s older than dirt and a Chevy Trailblazer that isn’t), but I actually love to drive. Not like the day to day, in and out of the car, errand type driving that is pretty much all I do anymore. I fucking love road trips. Although, much less when they involve toddlers or bored husbands.
I drove from New York to Idaho(I know, what the fuck was I thinking? I should have been headed in the opposite direction.) by myself and loved every minute. I used to travel from Portland to Idaho on the regular and looked forward to the drive every time. There’s something so very therapeutic about hurtling down the road into the night followed by the moon, heart pumping in time with the bass.
Do you read the newspaper?
No, because I’m not 100. Save a tree, read the internet.
Is the TV on right now?
No, but Spotify is. Black Keys. And, hey y’all? What is the big freaking deal with Bon Iver? I mean, it’s pretty but I think my brain fell asleep while listening to it. It’s like music to drown in an icy stream to.
What song are you hearing right now?
Lonely Boy by the Black Keys. You’re not much of a listener, are you? Oh, now it’s Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons.
Any favorite books you wanna mention here?
I wanna mention The Talisman. If we’re talking favorites, that is. I love it so very much. It has elements of all the shit that floats my particular boat – fantasy, other worlds, multiple storylines and characters, humor, a quest. I do live in fear of the mini series they have been threatening to make for years. Some things just don’t translate well to film. Let’s foster imagination people.
Are you up-to-date with the latest news on celebrities?
I am sad in all aspects of current events. I get my all my news second-hand. I heard of the Demi Moore Whip-it debacle from Lisa. And let me,as a former young and poor drug using individual, voice my confusion. Who the fuck does Whip-its when you can afford, and have access to, real drugs? This is exactly why I don’t read the news.
Have you ever lied to a best friend?
Probably. I was a drug addict for a long time. I lied to pretty much everyone. Nowadays, just the little insignificant things. Sure, I like your husband. He’s a great fucking guy. Those pants? Make your ass look fat? Hell naw.
Do you consider yourself intelligent?
I think I’ve answered this question in a prior survey. Too smart for my own good, not smart enough to figure out how to end this sentence humorously.
Are you a morning person or a night person?
Mornings can suck my ass.
Do you enjoy doing stuff on your own?
I prefer it.
Limey bullshit love song