Am I really reduced to memes?

I guess it's either memes or no content at all.

From spikedluv. Strong=yes, emph=sort of.

Appearance:

I am 5’4" or shorter.
I have many scars.
I tan easily. (I had a tan once! It was my senior year of high school! I've never forgotten it.)
I wish my hair was a different color. My hair is mostly gray, and what I really wish is that (1) I didn't feel like it would be a professional liability to stop coloring it, and (2) I didn't feel like it would be a professional liability to put a purple streak in it.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance. Maybe a little? I'm aware that I'm neither thin nor young, but most of the time I don't care very much. I'm self-conscious about being kind of a sloppy dresser and spilling food on my clothes.
I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses.
I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. Repeatedly, when I was in the 16-19 range, by much older creepsters. Also about the same time period, the musician Mike Cross told me I had a pretty smile.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles


Family/Home Life

I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I have children. I have one.
I’ve lost a child.


Embarrassment:

I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry. OMG, "Lilo & Stitch," the waterworks! "This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah. Still good."
I’ve snorted while laughing. Pretty much every time.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. Yes, but this is not embarrassing.
I’ve glued my hand to something. Mostly I've glued my fingers together.
I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.


Health:

I was born with a disease/impairment.
I’ve had stitches. Some from a glass cut when I was 10, some from giving birth, some from slicing open my knuckle with a food processor blade.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had surgery. Gallbladder.
I’ve had chicken pox.


Traveling:

I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day. My record is Lexington, Kentucky, to Raleigh, North Carolina, which is not quite 500 miles.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Spain.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to France.
I’ve been to London.


Experiences:

I’ve been lost in my city. My first couple of weeks here, I was lost all the damned time.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pyjamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play. I've done props and makeup, though.
I’ve met someone in person from the internet.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.'
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten sushi. I would like to have some now.
I’ve been snowboarding.


Relationships:

I’m single.
I’m in a relationship.
I’m available.
I’m engaged.
I’m married. 26 years come October.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper. Dumper once, dumpee twice, and one time we just sort of forgot to see each other for long enough that we de facto broke up without ever talking.
I miss someone right now. I miss my best friend terribly.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve been divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.


Sexuality:

I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I’ve kissed a member of the same gender.
I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve had sex outdoors. Well ... unambiguously sex, sort of outdoors, and also unambiguously outdoors, sort of sex.
I’ve hugged a stranger. I've done quite a lot of this in churchy contexts.
I have kissed a stranger.
I have had sex with a stranger.


Honesty/Crime:

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world. I'm a very secretive person, actually.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve run a red light. Not on purpose! Yelling out loud, "What the hell am I doing?"
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight. Yes, but only with my brother when we were kids.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve shoplifted.


Drugs/Alcohol:

I’ve consumed alcohol.
I’ve smoked a cigarette.
I‘ve smoked pot. Twice. Made me feel just the way I feel when I don't take my allergy meds.
I regularly drink.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug.


This sort of reminded me of the questionnaires you have to fill out to give blood, where you get into the "Oh thank god no" section.