Eeyore, hands down. They didn't even have to ask. And I would furthermore spend all my time in said elevator cuddling him tightly to my chest and reattaching his tail with my terrible sewing skills. Of course, this is because ever since I was 4 or 5 years old and went to DisneyWorld for the first time and was overwhelmed in the souvenir gift shop ( Read more... )

This one is easy. What's the thing I'm most neurotic about? Music. As some of you already know, when I find a song/band/album I like, I will listen to it (and only it) nonstop. For weeks. Until it is in my brain and my permanent memory bank, until I can sing the entire thing in my sleep, until I'm absolutely sick of it. On the day that I wake up ( Read more... )