Lost In A Shoe Closet

Yes, lost in a shoe closet, yup, that's where I've been, Padme's never ending shoe closet. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. But while trying to head towards a light not created by sequined shoe, I noticed a note, asking 7 random things about myself. Random? Me? Pfffttt.

1. I hate the sound of emery filing boards on nails
2. I hate the sound of sandpaper in use, I really don't like touching it either
3. I can still hear that annoying sound they use to disperse teenagers. And yes, it is damn annoying
4. I really don't care for the color orange
5. I take a perverse amount of pleasure cruising along behind unmarked police speeders and watching people freak out as they pass said police speeder and try to slow down. Makes my commute.
6. I'm starting to dislike Padme's shoes
7. I think people who talk a lot about not having sex are just as bad as people who talk having sex. Really, no one cares, and it's creepy *ahemKomaandMileyCirus*

I think there might have been instructions for tagging people, but I'd moved away from the boots with the pimped out under-sole lighting, so I had no idea what they might have said. I'm going to go enjoy my lowly four pairs of shoes and marvel at how little space they take up.