1. Tell me something obvious about you.
2. Tell me something about you that many don't know.
3. What is your biggest fear?
4. Do you normally go the safe route or take the short cut?
5. Name one thing you want that you can't buy with money.
6. What is your most treasured possession?
7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often?
8. Tell me something sexually about you that I don't know.
9. Tell me something sexually about you that everyone knows.
10. What is your favorite lie to tell?
11. Name something you've done once that you can't wait to do again.
12. Are you the jealous type?
13. What is the one person, place or thing you can't say no to?
14. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?
15. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?
16. When was the last time you cried?
17. When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?
18. Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?
19. Name something embarrassing you did while being drunk.
20. If you post this in your journal would you like me to answer it?
Ok, and an update.
So last night some crackwhore's son backed their car into mine where I was parked. Granted, it wasn't a good parking place, but there was no yellow line and everyone in pineview parks there when there aren't enough spaces. I love my car. I cried. My dad drives me over to Pineview to see who it was, if it was possible that we would ever find out who it was... and low and behold some shitty car had my paint all over their back bumper. My dad called for a cop to come over and do a report... three cops came... the lady came out all smart ass about where I was parked and ol' officer Myron Thompsom told here there were no yellow lines signifying that it was not a place to park... soo... luckily this lady (a regular druggy, gets in trouble a lot) had safe auto insurance (pick up the phone, the call is free!) and they will be completely paying for repairs.
There's a lot going on. I'm so thrilled about being out of school. Today is ironically Memorial day and I ended up going through all of my family's old pictures... it's so astounding for me to look at them. I love learning about my family and it's history, to see all of these people that led to my existence. I also don't want to let them be forgotten. I try to learn about all of them because I don't want to be forgotten someday... so, I'm remembering them. I don't know if they care or not but I am.
I've been on the outside register the past 4 days, I have a sexy dark tan on my arms, face, and chest. It's funny when I'm naked. I wrote a lengthy sarcastic letter to the editor that I hope will be published in the Bourbon County Citizen about the super wal mart debate. I'm going to kick my ass about my weight soon. I'm excited about this heat, this light, this freedom of summer. We hung out with Daniel the other night, took some funny pictures. The next night we hung out with Matt King and went to a fucking crazy keg party (no drinking, of course), first there were a bunch of gothy punk rock kids and then a ton of preppy looking people and tons of african americans arrived and it turned into an 8-mile free style rap party, so we left. Then saw a midnight movie at the Kentucky theatre where we got to go to the top and get a tour of the projection room and all of that neat stuff. It was neat to see these people because Matt I guess is moving away soon, and Daniel of course is leaving. I wish the best of luck to the both of them. Meeting all of these crazy, insightful people at these parties discourages me because they're all just as educated about politics and as sarcastic as I am, therefore making my dreams as a writer just as important as everyone else's. This town is warping me. Lexington freaks me out, the diversity. I'm so used to things being simple. I want to be part of that diverse, modern lifestyle but it looks like it would take a lot of adjustment.
So, here are some pictures.
Above, Daniel, climbing on a bunk bed at Meijer
Ohhh yeah, I work at wal mart. Not here. Sorry, it was habit.
Daniel, or... Darth.
Trying out for the 2005 retarted olympics
toy love
Admiration
Riding on motorized shopping cart.. parking lot
Still riding..
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Damage to my car
Fucking side view of the dent
And the paint on the back of the fucker's trashy car.
So, thanks.
Don't forget to do that cute little survey.