because i just can't go whole-hog into spartan mode, here's a little fruitless side distraction. thanks to the daily dose of reality for the questionnaire:
What's wrong with fake breasts?
eh, nothing really, i guess. it's less the things themselves and more what they say (i.e., i don't feel good enough as i am, i'm conforming to someone else's standards of beauty, etc.). not to mention that if they're not done well, they just look awkward and uncomfortable.
List your latest run-in with the Carnival of Idiocy.
i road-raged all the way down I-10 east yesterday, from columbus, TX back here. it was just a parade of goofballs.
Name one thing you'd like to tell your ten year ago self.
don't do it. just don't do it. you're not thinking about what's good for you; you're crafting an identity that you think other people want you to have. don't lose the next few years over this...
What's your favorite word that's not in the dictionary?
ooh, that's a good one. dumb-ass-ery, i think.
Why do fools fall in love?
because love is a foolish thing. it makes no sense.
it’s been a while
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