Stolen from Buzz

[sweetsalome]

What Salome Means

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Um, yeah, I really don't think so.  How can I be Type A and be laid back and relaxed?  Seriously, I'm fucking pissed off now.  What kind of shit is this?  A bit too serious, really now?  Perfectionist?  Master any skill?  Are these clowns for real?

I know some people would laugh at the fact that it called me well adjusted. 

Once I stop laughing, I'll go back to crushing the weak. 

Comments

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Grinning, she poked at his side and then hugged him again.* Carry me to bed, please! I'm tired.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He sighed as if this request were just too much, but he stooped down to pick her up anyway. More accurately, he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of so much fluff*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Falling over his shoulder, she hung down his back, giggling like a crazy woman. Of course, what Mortie didn't realize that was a fatal flaw in his plan. She smacked his ass, not hard, but enough to get his attention.* Giddy-up, Hop-along, Mortie!

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He bit his lip and turned his head to appraise her own backside as he tightened his hold around her legs with one arm. His free hand, he used to paddle her rear as he carried her down the hall.* I'm not a pony. Or a horse. And I don't hop.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*The paddling only made her giggle more, and soon she was near tears with laughter.* You are the Mortie-horse! You carry me around every where and you look good with a saddle on! *The last one was pure speculation.*