Do you got a green thumb?
not at all. i kill everything. my boss’ wife gave me bamboo for my desk (a plant that is impossible to fuck up) and i killed it. I killed her prize orchids. I killed a vase full of random weeds with some fish in it (i really felt bad about that :( ). right now she has a self-feeding planter on my desk with a random fern. all i have to do is fill it once a week and it shouldn’t die. hopefully. >_>
when we getting married, boo?
i’m outside ur window
how much can you bench press?
i don’t even think i can lift the bar.
what do your nails look like right now?
like this!
Essie “Como” with gold and silver stripes. It reminds me of the Golden Girls, tbh. I need to buy rhinestones later to put on these for extra “oomph”.
your nails are sicknasty. i mean this in a good way, y’know?
thank you. that’s what i’m going for— stuff that’s so tacky and ugly that it’s endearing.
What makes you feel really good?
the one day a month when my legs are shaved and my bedsheets are clean, buffets, freshly plucked eyebrows, attention from boys, when all my friends are together and we’re drunk and adventuring, a new nail design (of course), hugz, the warm glow of my iPhone, when i come home sometimes and my mom has made my bed and straightened up my room because she missed me.
if you were magically turned into any pregnant celeb, who would it be and why?
They have to be pregnant? No one good is even pregnant right now, pass.
are you friendly?
I think I am. Everyone I meet says I’m bitchy/intimidating at first meeting but I think I just like to feel people out before I jump into best friendship or anything. If you are a Good, Polite, Fun person I can guarantee we’ll get along.
if you could have a really lame superpower, which one would it be?
World’s Fastest Metabolism!
which you prefer out of these two: ian curtis/david bowie
David Bowie for his long-term dedication and innovation. But Ian Curtis deserves a ton of respect for…being awesome for 3 minutes before he hung himself.
Why aren’t we friends anymore?
I don’t know. Maybe we lost touch. Maybe we don’t have the same interests anymore. Maybe you turned into a heinous bitch and it was either cut you off or kill you. Email me, we’ll talk.
If your boobs could talk, what would they say?
“Can you please clean the crumbs, spare change, and bar napkins out from your bra please? It’s been like 24 hours.”
