11 Layers of Robert [Some silly ego stroking] (English)

An online friend from Myspace posted this on his profile there, so I decided to post it here instead and fill it out for me...

11 Layers of Robert:

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: Robert
Birthday: 12/10/1971
Current Location: in my home office on the north side of Schenectady, NY
Eye Color: officially, according to my driver's licence, grey
Hair Color: Dark brown with hints of grey (August changing to September ;) )
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: Sagitarius

LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your fears: none, really, but I would just as soon die neither young, nor alone
Your perfect pizza: Pizza? Please... Although if I must, pineapple, ham and cheddar cheese
Goal for future: Keep moving, if you stop, that's when "they" get you...

LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:
Your thoughts first waking up: Goddam Mother Fucking Sonofabitch, it's morning
Your best physical feature: Eyes
Your bedtime: midnightish
Your most missed memory: I look back a lot, but I don't really miss the past, just some of the people from it.

LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:
Pepsi or Coke: Pass
McDld's or Burger King: Pass
Single or group dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: New Balance, I'm getting old, sheesh...
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Nestea, who can resist a tea whose name means "almost" tea in Welsh, honesty in advertising at last!
Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate.
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee, black and thick

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Smoke: From time to time, and when I do, usually a stoagie, and I'm always three sheets to the wind.
Take a shower: Daily
Think you've been in love: Yes, goddam it, fuck all, love is a bleeding, rancid cunt replete with chancres...
Believe in yourself: Always; I'm the only one I'm sure is here for chrissake, the rest of the universe may well be a part of my diseased imagination...

LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: Yes, of course, are you nuts? I'm drinking right now!
Gone to the mall: Eww, but, yes
Been on stage: Sage on a stage, baby...
Eaten Sushi: No
Been dumped: Quite possibly
Gone skating: No
Dyed your hair: No, but I should, Just for Men, take away my grey!!

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER:
Played a stripping game: No
Gotten beaten up: No
Changed who you were to fit in: nah, one reason I'm single (of the many)

LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD:
Age you're hoping to be married: Marry, schmarry, only if I move to Québec

LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY
Best eye color: whatever, just no cataracts
Best hair color: dark
Clothing style: heh, who cares?

LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING:
1 MINUTE AGO: This survey
1 HOUR AGO: having a slash (That's chav for shaking a weasel, having a piss, gitchyer minds outa the gutter for fucksake!)
1 DAY AGO: drinking scotch and chatting online
(at this hour, sheesh, but I had just gotten home from my night class.)
1 YEAR AGO: drinking scotch and chatting online
(at this hour, again, sheesh, but in general I was in my current job, my current home, etc, my life flows on in endless song above earth's lamentation...)

LAYER ELEVEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE:
I LOVE: the dawn on the autumn leaves as I drive to work
the taste of Penderyn on my tongue
the look of joy in another person's eyes because I have made some small,
postive impact
the company of friends while their hands and hearts are warm
the memories of my yesterdays and the promises of tomorrows yet unborn
the realization that all I have until I die is time to create, recreate and enjoy the
rose moments I find.
I FEEL: unrequited, time slipping away faster than I would wish, too damn much life to live
and not enough time to live it, old age lurking about the peripheries of my life, and
following it, the boogey-man of death...
I HATE: in reality, very little, although neo-cons don't inspire love within me
I HIDE: my porn, guests really don't need to find it laying about
I MISS: My dead loved ones
I NEED: Another glass of Single Malt, but other than that, I need very little. My life is full of many riches, and my wallet is rarely empty
I WANT: I hate the expression "I want." I would like a BMW 7 series, more room to buy more
precious treaures, and some sad fucker who's not too hard on the eyes to share it with
me. But you know what they say, you can wish in one hand...

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