I liberated this meme from a Small Glass Planet somewhere. Spike (and anyone else that may be interested), if you visit the Norwich label while you're there, you'll see where I live - Not literally, mind, as my actual castle isn't pictured (the other, more well known one is, though).
Anyway, on with the meme:
Where is your cell/mobile phone? Wherever it is, it's switched off or on silent.
Vehicle? I think you all know Car. And Broom!
Hair? Needs a cut.
Father? Yeah, he's still alive. And no I'm not one!
Your favorite thing? It'd have to be Car.
Dream last night? Something bizarre.
Favourite drink? Blueberry & pomegranate juice. Or a ruddy big G&T!
Room you are in? My dining room.
You are? Here.
What do you want to be in ten years? In a better body. A published author? Rich? A Smug Married? Alive?
Who did you hang out with today? The work hag.
What you're not? Heading anywhere with any direction in mind.
Muffins? I'll take six, please. Two cheese and bacon, a white chocolate and apricot, a raspberry, and two double double chocolate
One of your wish list items? A crate of self-sealing stem bolts. Either that or a working pair of eyeballs.
Where is the ____ ? end.
The last thing you did? Gulped some coffee to wash down a huge mouthful of chocolate and almond cake. The very same one which caused the chocolate snot.
What are you wearing? Scruffs: Jeans, blue T-shirt and black hoodie.
Your pet(s) ? All rabbit familiars are dead - Nuffy, Gitface (nee Mopsy) and Wilma - and I don't think Beaky counts. Or Mrs Beaky, for that matter. Yes, the evil little bugger has taken a mate...
Your computer? Is a miserable, clattering old clank destined to be usurped.
Your life? What's that?
Your mood? Is governed by the SubC's and our spleen.
Missing? Oh, how I wish I was. The serious answer would be Love. No, I take that back. I've got Love, I just need a man to go with it.
What are you thinking about right now? How bitter and alone I am - answering the previous question didn't help. Oh, and how long it'll take the Alsations to fully devour me.
Your shoes? Are under the chair.
Your work? Is becoming more intolerable.
Your summer? Well, last year was OK because the temperature didn't rise to more than 20 degrees.
Your favorite colour? Grey. I told you: My eyes don't work. The Host's colourblind.
Gosh. What a bloody miseryguts!