~grin~ Yah, taggings!

And so, thanks to westlinwind, I have been tagged.
Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself.
Then pick six of your friends and tag them. No tag backs. This explanation should be included.
On to the random facts...

Believing six impossible things about Jess before breakfast:

1. I love the smell of coffee and espresso, and can usually tell you how the cup will taste based solely on its smell...but I hate the taste of coffee unless it's liberally adulterated with milk, sugar, and (if I'm lucky) icecream. Drinking coffee by itself, to me, is like drinking vanilla extract straight: A fast way to get ill. Ditto the smells vs.tastes of tobacco and cloves.

2. I am a massage therapist who hasn't had a professional massage in about a year. Not totally because I'm too busy, either, or too broke. Just because I haven't found anyone who listens well enough to touch my trapezius..es (trapezii?)... without making them howl since I left TIHA.

3. When I got married the first time, we used part of the money we were gifted to get tattoos. I got an oroborous twisted into an encircled trinity knot on the back of my neck. My own design, it was an expression of belief in the circularity of life; how everything can eventually be consumed, digested, and turned into nourishment, no matter how painful; and that all of the twists and turns in life are somehow connected if you take the time to trace them all down. My first real declaration of How Jess Sees Life, Religion, and Everything. I was so proud.

Adam got a sharp, pointy tribal thing that had a cross snuck into the middle. A piece of flash that wanted to be dark and scary and trendy and Christian all at once.

I knew right then, three days after the ceremony, that he and I were going to end in an ugly way, but I stayed for two years, anyway.

4. When I'm wildly discontent with where I am, I project myself to where I want to be when I fall asleep. When I do it, it just feels like I'm wrapping up in the memory of being there for comfort; people who *are* there, though, have said that they feel me like a ghost. My dad does the same thing when he's working out of state and starts worrying about us back home; we see his shadow walking through the house. He's not conscious of doing it.

5. If I have to walk through my home at night, I usually won't turn on lights to do it. Though stuff may be strewn everywhere, I still remember where it is well enough to not step on it/walk into it in the dark. But in morning's light, I'll spend an hour looking for the same shoe I stepped around last night.

6. I can't swim at all. Deep, live water scares the daylights out of me. But long, hot, chin-deep baths are the surest way to get me to relax, and as long as my feet can touch bottom, I'm a sucker for a tidepool or a creek.

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There. :)

Now I get to tag folks!
codepig,coyote_waits, karthwyn, morfeusz, and viola_blues
It's not the requisite six, but hey. It's a cozy pool of acquaintaince.