fredericks

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I got tagged with the letter M by

mintyduck.
1. Mint tea. I have to be in a certain mood for mint tea and I haven't been in that mood in a couple of months. Mint tea is what I'd ideally use to help facilitate relaxation after a long day. Mint tea + music playing softly in the background (Jeff Buckley, Tori Amos, or Rufus Wainwright works) + an engrossing book + a quiet home = heaven.

2. Metrocard. My ticket to anywhere in this city. Unlimiteds are the best - a swipe, a rickety and somewhat funky subway ride later, and *presto* cue the entertainment. I should look into getting my license, I know, but God bless public transportation.

3. Manhattan. Where the party's at. It's cheaper in the outer boroughs, but a helluva lot less exciting.

4. Metropolitan Museum of Art. One of my favorite places to go and waste three or four hours. It's also my ideal date spot. If we go there and I can spend time with you and we have fun riffing on works and also having intellectually stimulating conversation on pieces you're good to go.

5. Methos. I've had a bit of a Highlander fandom revival as of late and you can't argue with a man who has looked incredibly attractive for 5000 years. Mssr. Wingfield always wins first place in my book, even when he's doing bit parts in X-Men.

6. Music. I'm going to be generic here and include this, in part because my straining my brain to come up with "m" stuff but mainly because music has played such an important part in my life. I love playing it, I love listening to it, I love losing myself in it. Blindness over deafness every time.

7. Mangos. Give me a nice semi-ripe one with some pepper sauce and salt and I'm guaranteed to have multiple taste bud orgasms.

Three more items to go? Dammit.

Uhm, 8. Moisturizer. Technically I'd put "lotion" here, but I got the wrong letter. When I'm in the hospital I end up washing my hands at least every five minutes and using Purell every two. I took pride in my hands because they were plenty nifty and they looked rather dashing: my fingers are long, my hands are shapely and large without being oven mitts, and they used to look smooth and lovely. Tons more wrinkles now due to the rigors of the soap and water routine, which is a shame. Moisturizer helps me bring them back to life a bit. And no, I'm not obsessive. Leave me alone.

9. Melancholy. I'm prone to it and have been since adolescence. I never rebelled during my teen years - that teen drama shit wouldn't fly in a million kazillion years in my house - but I did spend a lot of time reading in my room going "woe is me" while listening to music that wasn't conducive to making a person want to do anything but don black clothing and eyeliner and write horrible poetry. Not that I indulged in any of those things, of course. I maintain that periodic feelings of melodramatic despair is better than going around comfortably numb like usual so I've yet to curb my habit.

10. Montana. Call me crazy, but I've flirted with the idea of living there. Don't know why, maybe it's the name. Me in a cabin in the woods next to some mountains in Montana. Hermitage at its best.