Ugh, I really should be studying.
1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?
Probably, Tina Fey. No, Steve Martin. NO! Bill Murray. No, go back to Tina Fey.
Yes. So everyone can recognize my secret awesomeness. Perhaps, a writer of some kind? I'm purty turrible at that so I'll choose director. Yeah. Cool ass Director Stallard.
If it's for work, yes. I tend to get tongue tied easily. Chocolate = cholocate. Have a nice day turns into Have a dice nay. I'm verbally dyslexic.
Wake up around 10am to a warm cup of English Breakfast tea with milk and sugar and toast with jam and butter. Fuck around on the internet for an hour. Go to the city market with the dogs for a delish dinner I am going to prepare for some close friends that evening. Shop for a new toy, be it make up, jewelry, vhs', or books. Then head home for a short but fulfilling evening with friends and head to bed watching MST3K. Throw in something unexpectedly good. I like good surprises.
Sometime last week. I tend to dry heave now when I sing loud like I used to. Stupid nausea.
I would choose body. I mean, I'll grow in wisdom but I'll have a bangin' body? Hell yeah. Plus, if I lose my mental state in my golden years, some dumb douche will always take care of me. Have you heard some of the things some dumb girls say? They won't know the difference between stupidity and dementia.
Probably, cancer. I do not take care of my body as well as I should.
1) Same type of humor.
2) Having an open mind for things beyond the material items of this world.
3) We stay with the right person for life.
I'm grateful I have always had food and shelter.
Probably, different parents. If I had to stick with the same ones, then, I wish they were more open emotionally and never let me watch t.v.
Be able to control time. Like Piper in Charmed or Hiro in Heroes.
Everything. As much as possible.
For fear of failing. For fear of being average. For fear of exposing my stupidity.
I don't think I have one. Going back to school? Meh.
I have a few. I remember my Dad telling me stories about my grandfather and the pancake tree. I remember my friends singing Blink 182 while I was trying to insert my first tampon. I remember the first time I fell in love.
I have more than a few. Dad. RHS. Phillip. Chris. The first year I met Andrew (after that it's been good).
Of course! I would dump all my responsibilities and travel! Fuck all this bullshit!
It means being a good listener, never be jealous, give good advice for the best outcome for the person you love, be honest about thoughts and feelings, and be there for when they need you.
The same as any other normal human person I think...
Intelligent. Independent. Handsome. Considerate. Hard working.
I'm sure it was better than most but emotionally, they didn't communicate with me. They sheltered me. They didn't treat me like an individual. They treated me like a pet that needed to behave.