Perfection

Roughly a zillion years ago, this lovely (at least I’m 99.9% positive it was you!) posted this meme. And when I say ‘a zillion years’ ago, I’m serious. There’s a good chance I read the meme while wearing a Mondetta sweatshirt (I had ‘Australia”), lock up jeans and a snap bracelet.  Anyway, I read it- and like a good blogger I promptly copied and pasted it, thinking it was a meme I would love to do sometimes. Because I adore memes. I also adore Mandy Moore and comic sans font. And no, I’m not joking about ANY OF THAT.

  • The perfect outfit: Jeans, adorable shirt and the pink and white shoes from the previous post. Who cares if they hurt? They make me tall. And my sense of perfection has me four inches taller.
  • The perfect meal: Man I love food questions. Seriously. I read the first part of this question and then spent the next 10 minutes in a food daydream reminiscing over all the meals I’ve ever had and almost orgasmed thinking about a hamburger I once had at Knott’s Berry Farm. I do love a lot of different foods but today my perfect meal would be a beer, a barbecued hot dog (with relish) and potato salad. Can you tell I’m ready for summer?
  • The perfect hangover cure: Greasy breakfast food, a tylenol and the warm embrace of my bed.
  • The perfect road trip: The one I took last weekend. Four hours in the car with two of best friends. We talked about the perfect term for boobs, malaria and the fact that I speak like I’m a 15 year old boy. Oh, and I took videos of our bubblegum chewing competition.
  • The perfect facial feature: I’m throwing out the cliche and going with a smile.
  • The perfect drink: Depends on my mood. But my top 3? 1) Cold milk 2) Cold beer 3) Raspberry lemonade.
  • The perfect song: Little Bit of Feel Good by Jamie Lidell. It makes me dance inappropriately. Or Anna Begins by Counting Crows. I adore that song.
  • The perfect sign of affection: Reminding me that The Hills is on. Seriously. A dude capable of remembering when a show is on that he hates but reminds me of it because he knows I like it? That’s good stuff.
  • The perfect afternoon: Patio with friends, slurping slushy drinks and talking about nothing that matters.
  • The perfect vacation: Europe when I was 23. Backpacking, drinking cheap wine, falling asleep on the beach cuddled up to a charming American student studying in Rome… WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE?
  • The perfect invention: Superglue OR my hair straightener
  • The perfect type of wedding: One that takes place somewhere other than here. Less people = less pressure.
  • The perfect album: The Very Best of Cat Stevens. TRUST ME
  • The perfect accent: When it comes to loving accents- I’m an equal opportunity girl. I love them all.
  • The perfect date: Bowling. It’s a perfect opportunity to drink beer and test out the trash talking.  Plus you get a legitimate reason to stare at your dates ass. Yes, I’ve given this a lot of thought.
  • The perfect weather: 26 degrees Celsius, clear skies. (Oh look! Proof I really am Canadian. No Fahrenheit talk for me)
  • The perfect party: Anything with good friends,  a theme, a keg and men who think I’m adorable.
  • The perfect sport: Football
  • The perfect thing to say: “I adore the way you: ____________ ” (insert anything that you never previously realized you did or ever thought was adorable. Examples: scrunching your nose while reading the paper, snoring, and/or clap your hands when you get excited).
  • The perfect day of the week: Thursday. It has the excitement of a Friday but with better television programming.

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