Who is that Moose!?! And why is she so Mysterious!?!

I keep getting weird-o emails from all you curious freaks.

So, for now, I’m using this space to answer your questions.

 

Do I have a boyfriend?

I’m practically married to the greatest guy in the entire world. So, buzz off.

 

Why don’t I mention him in my blog?

that girl. The girl who only talks about her boyfriend. In an effort to avoid such a reputation, I limited the number of the times his name entered conversation. Now, it’s just force of habit. Besides, I’ve learned that girls who babble about their boy tend to fall into 1 of 2 categories.

 

And they are as follows:

1. Just started dating. Everything he does is fucking amazing. I know, I know. And you can’t shut the hell up about it.  So fine, as you’re friend I will tolerate this for the first few months. If need be, the first year.
2. After that…..well.. That’s a whole ‘notha story. “And Bob did this, and Bob did that. He’s sooo dreamy. I love him sooo much”. Who are you trying to convince, sista?Me or yourself? Most of the time, the poor girl is trying to convince herself that she didn’t waste the last year(s) of her life on a BIG OL LOSER. Sorry, happens to the best of us.

 

Lucky for me, I don’t fall into either category. Thus, I tend to keep Brian and I’s (is that grammatically correct?) private life just that.

 

Are you….?

Yes, I’m the girl on the bike. May I ask, why this is such a big deal? It’s a bike, for Christ’s sake. It’s not like I’m some freak riding around naked with sparklers and a boom box strapped the handle bars. You do realize this, don’t you?

 

I don’t drive and incase you haven’t noticed, transportation is important.

 

Will you ever list your likes and rants on the site?

Here goes:

Likes: Slurpees, bikes and Connie Francis.

Rants: Damn the following: potholes, taxes, and college students.

 

Satisfied?

 

Why the hell are you listening to? Don’t you ever go anywhere without that walkman?

No. I try not to. People try to take to me when I take them off.

 

As for your first question, I’ll never tell. Remember, Mystery Moose!

 

Why are you a psych major? OnlY LOSERS major in psych?

Humph…you spent the time to email me this question. I feel you should reconsider your definition of “loser”.

 

You’ve got questions. I got ‘ve answers!