Seven Questions Sunday

Here is "Seven Questions Sunday",
with yours truly: Dorothy Gal.

1) What are some of your crazy dreams? Well, last night I dreamt that I was a puma sleeping on a rock, with a blanket made of baby's clothing splattered with mud keeping my large frame warm on display in the zoo. But in comparison to what I could have dreamt, I wouldn't exactly define that as "crazy". I believe the adjective "peculiar" or "interesting" would fit the glass slipper in this situation.

2) I was refering to your goals in life, rather than bizare recollections. Aren't we a little snappy today, Mr. I-Didn't-Have-My-Morning-Starbucks-Yet Negative Pants? Although your lack of interest in what I dreamt last night is disheartening, I will now tell about my lifelong goals for the sake of my very limited, but undoubtedly devoted and slightly imaginary fan base. And I'm not referring to the rusted spinning blades attached to my ceiling. My dream is to become an opera singer. My anticipation for the day when I go to college for music has grown leaps and bounds this year. I can fathom no other profession then performing on a stage for the rest of my life. The satisfaction and adrenaline rush one gets after exposing themselves as artists is exhillerating. However, I've always had this inkling of passion for musical theatre. Who knows which way my life will twist.

3) Who is your favorite star? Is it alright if I have more than one?

4) Sure, I suppose so. I must admit, I've always had this thing for the Little Dipper. I mean, they are like a band of brothers rocking out in the sky. Unfairly, the Big Dipper always gets the recognition, but my lil' homies take home the cake in my opinion.

5) I give up. Can I quit my job now? Excuseizzle me. This blog does not have the budget to employ an ungrateful Question Asker. You're purpose is to stimulate questions that will get my readers to know seven more things about me each Sunday then they were aware of a week ago. You are now banished from this blog post. Poof! Voila! Hasta la Byebye! Scamoosh! Adios! Don't let the door hit you on your way out!

[ten minutes later]

Come back, come back! I am nothing without you! Please, I beg of you. I shall double your salary and throw in a beef jerkey! Just ask another question and pretend like none of this ever happened.

6) Alright, next question: Have you ever been treated for being bipolar? Define "treated".

7) What question number are we on? That would be seven. As we say at the end of a piece, 'el fine'.


And there you have it folks! The seccond "Seven Questions Sunday" with Dorothy Gal.
Tune in next week for more spectacular hidden secrets unraveled!