Number of times I have been in love:
Properly? Once. I think. I'm afraid my Loveograph is broken so I might have trouble telling if I meet the scientific definition. There are lots of people I care about a great deal mind - so its possibly a bit of a non-sensical question in many ways.
Number of times I have had my heart broken:
Number of hearts I have broken:
I suspect three, but that's probably overselling myself. This isn't a nice safe cosy meme is it?
Number of boys I have kissed in my life:
Possibly a dozen?
Number of girls I have kissed:
No more than two dozen.
Number of continents I have visited:
North America, Asia, Australasia, Europe.
Number of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends:
I'd trust a lot of people with my life - but then I've always been the type that gives a lot of trust quickly. Of course, many of these people don't know it - and I wouldn't trust all of them with my life in the same way... True friends? My Friendometer is in the same state of neglect as the Loveograph, and I'd say from an inner circle of 1, the next circle is about 10, and then its everyone for themselves.
Number of people from high school that I stayed in contact with:
Number of cd's that I own:
Number of piercings:
Two currently "live", but I've had the same two done before and healed over, and one other which lasted about 8 hours before it became a "either it goes or you go" with my mother.
Number of tattoos:
None. I've often thought about it but have a horror story from my youth about a friend who had the PWEI pseudo-pepsi logo on his arm. The tattooist did the circle a little flat so when he grew more it would stretch to a circle. Only he never grew any more. Urban myth or not (I've seen the tattoo) it has stayed with me for years. I'd love to find the "right thing".
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper:
None as far as I know.
Number of scars on my body:
A few little ones here and there. I have a tiny LRP scar on my forehead from skating across a car park on my forehead during a dramatic death scene behind the University of Birmingham library, and an inverted-U on the back of one of my feet where I almost chopped a half-thumb sized chunk off with a falling mirror.
Number of people that has made me scared of what they could do to me physically:
I don't think I ever really think about this - my own worst enemy, especially when I need a shave in the morning, is me.
Number of things in my past that I regret:
Oh loads. I don't think my ego can take too much contemplation of this. If I didn't regret then I'd Robbie Williams surely. And I'm not.