But sentiments like shadows, grow, oh, so long...
--If you could hook up with any male celebrity, who would it be?
James Marsters
--Female?
Eliza Dushku
--What country would you like to visit that you haven't already?
Argentina
--If you could meet any historical figure, who would it be?
Thomas Paine
--If you could own any animal as a pet, what would it be?
A horse.
--Its name?
Something hippie....very earth-muffin probably
--Do you like your own name?
When I don't hear it too much.
--What would you change it to?
Something orginially meant for the opposite sex.
--Biggest phobia(s)?
Being burried alive, the draft.
--What tattoo would you get, if you had to, and where?
Well, besides the one I already have...I want wings on my back...they are in the process of being designed...and I don't have $500.
--Piercing?
Eyebrow.
--What animal do you wanna be reincarnated as?
A jaguar.
--Did you have a treehouse as a child?
Nope.
--What's the most explicit dream you've ever had?
You want me to tell you??
--Do you like anime?
Never really got turned on to it.
--Favorite weapon?
Sai daggers.
--Favorite Artist (musical or otherwise)?
Ani.
--Author?
David Sedaris
--Okay, who said this? "black men produce a very disagreeable odor."
Tu Piro, says Brandon
--What precise racial make-up are you?
1/2 Lithuanian, 1/2 Hispanic with Grecian roots.
--What's your favorite farm animal?
Horse.
I hope you didn't actually read that.....that would mean you have less productive things to do than me, which is pretty sad at this point. Can't fucking sleep, I'm so nervous. I wasn't all of today, and then I try and go to bed and BAM, I get hit by a fucking wall of "oh my god I'm having surgery tomorrow!" Goddamn it. So in the interest of wasting time and trying to fall asleep, I am here, doing surveys and other stupid things. La la la. You know when you start writing in your diary stuff that doesn't make sense the second time you read it....then you're in trouble. La la la. I'm going now, to waste time somewhere else. La la la.