25 questions from an interview found in the back of Vanity Fair while I was getting a pedicure. I invite anyone to answer with me these questions, here as a comment or on your own blog and leave me a link/note.
Yes... have been bad this week at finishing these up. Been super crazy at work and tooooooo hot here at home. Find I have no energy at all. But here are the last two and that will be the end of these 25. If you have used any of them as prompts for your blog would love for you to comment and offer a link.
Question #24 ~
How would you like to die?
Gracefully. Oh, and I really want Van Morrison's Moondance album for my funeral music.
Question #25 ~
What is your motto?
Be happy, worry only when necessary, love a lot, be kind, try something new, dance everyday.
(Okay, lots of little motto's, but hey, it is my blog.)
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"I can hear her heartbeat... for a thousand miles. Yeah, the heavens open... every time she smiles."
When I was young I always wanted to die falling from an aeroplane - I thought that the experience would be so stunning as to ..well, literally be with you to the end of your life...I have always wondered about the last moments of an air crash... the panic..the thoughts..the drama..the screaming - impact.. death.
Mid 20s, I fancied dieing in a global annihilation - I'd climb the hill and settle back with a nice drink and, hopefully, someone to hug and kiss, and watch the show...
Early 30s, I fancied pressing the red button that ended the world and me too..
Now... now I cant decide if I want to die alone to avoid the shame of being seen so helpless... or in the arms of someone who loves me.. but knowing that me dieing hurts them hurts too... so I rather fancy, I want to die when neither they or me are looking...
Oh, and Watermelon in Easter Hay, with the swearing, at the funeral.
Motto.... "It's not fair"
Sometimes ... "I cant give up"
I'd like to die in my sleep when I'm very old, after a hard day of making work and saying good-bye to my family and future grand-children. Thomas Hart Benton died on the floor after signing his last mural.
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