Friday, November 05, 2004
From the Department of More Information About Our Bakerina Than We Ever Wanted To Know: The beauteous and glorious Jo Spanglemonkey brought this test to my attention. As I answered the questions, I kept hearing the cheerful voice of Eric Idle, the resident doctor at Psychiatrist Dairies Ltd., advising, "Mind you, that's just a pat diagnosis taken without obtaining your complete psychological history first." I can't explain all of this, but I suspect it's laced with severe lactic impulses. I'll take a pot of yogurt and 3 pints of cream, please.
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Tvindy, you flatter me. I am just plain bonkers, as both orionoir and Snowball can vouch. Actually, I was surprised to see that I scored moderate on schizotypic; I think it’s because I said that people sometimes have trouble following my train of thought. (I have a bad habit of assuming I’ve had conversations with people when I actually haven’t, which, as you can imagine, Lloyd just *loves*.) I’m also scratching my head on the histrionic, as thinking that everybody loves me has never, ever been a problem as far as I know. 
Ah, well.
Michael, thank you as always for your input. I think. 
I believe you’ve told me about this friend before: is this the really brilliant one, the one who could read Faulkner while working out, the one with the near-spoon-bending mind?
Jamie, we are peas in a pod, except that I’m much crazier than you are. I can’t deny it: I am a total approval-via-baked-goods junkie, and am likewise convinced that without the baked goods, I would be just another dysmorphic girl. Of course, even though I understand how you feel, I am sure that everyone finds you beautiful and compelling and fun, and would even without the pie and samosas.
(Are there any samosas left?
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Tvindy, you flatter me. I am just plain bonkers, as both orionoir and Snowball can vouch. Actually, I was surprised to see that I scored moderate on schizotypic; I think it’s because I said that people sometimes have trouble following my train of thought. (I have a bad habit of assuming I’ve had conversations with people when I actually haven’t, which, as you can imagine, Lloyd just *loves*.) I’m also scratching my head on the histrionic, as thinking that everybody loves me has never, ever been a problem as far as I know.
Ah, well.
Michael, thank you as always for your input. I think.
I believe you’ve told me about this friend before: is this the really brilliant one, the one who could read Faulkner while working out, the one with the near-spoon-bending mind?
Jamie, we are peas in a pod, except that I’m much crazier than you are.
I can’t deny it: I am a total approval-via-baked-goods junkie, and am likewise convinced that without the baked goods, I would be just another dysmorphic girl. Of course, even though I understand how you feel, I am sure that everyone finds you beautiful and compelling and fun, and would even without the pie and samosas.
(Are there any samosas left?