1. I can't name specific people and specific parts, but I'd change my nose. That'd be the first to go. I wouldn't make myself so tall. I'd give myself a Julia Roberts-worthy smile. Pretty eyes. None of those, "me too" hazel eyes. Something unique. I really don't have too many body issues. I'm ok with my weight. I wouldn't mind having a nicer ass, but you can only ask for so much.
2. Only one? Probably my selective apathy. I can be such a hardass sometimes. I am a cold and emotionless person when I choose to be. When it serves me best. I feel bad when I feel I should, and I couldn't care less when I know it will drive me crazy. Really, I could say I care about you, but I'm lying through my teeth. I'm so full of shit it scares me, and it's because my utter lack of caring sometimes.
3. I think about what's going on in my life. I think about the past a lot. Things that could have been. I think about Andre, a friend of mine that died almost two years ago. I think about all the mistakes I've made through the day. I think about the what if's. I change situations in my head. Tweak them a bit and see how things would have been if I had done this or not done that. I think about being alone in my bed, wondering if I'll always be alone. If I'm ok with that.
4. Being in love. I won't lie, I want so badly to find my best friend. My everything. Someone whose life is so intertwined with mine that I'm not sure where mine ends and his begins. I also want my New York life that I talk about. The loft and the coffeeshop and the scarves and the pieces of manuscript flying all around. I look forward to independence, also. Being able to live a few years on my own. Having quirky friends and knocking on their door at three in the morning because the cable went out again and I want to get a drink. I look forward to be a twenty-something.
5. Because they're so convinced that everything that's happening to them now is horrible and crappy and blah blah blah. People need to get over that. They don't see the future. They don't see how petty they're being. How much crappier life could really be. They choose to feel sorry for themselves instead of doing something to change their life. All they do is complain, and get nothing done in the process.
and then I love how I only put 5 questions. And how I laughed at duckygirl for putting only 6. "Stupid girl," I say and then scroll up to see the other ones.
No, you're a fucking idiot, Ashley.
6. If you were a boy, would you like yourself (or a lesbian or a bisexual or just a straight woman who falls in love with you even though she knows it's against her nature)?
6. Er...that question is a bit vague. I really don't know. I think I could be content being a boy. If I were born a boy, I'd definetely be straight (not that I like girls now, but if I were a guy, why not). I think I'd be ok being a lesbian. I know this is mean to say, but as long as I'm not one of those dyke-ish lesbians, I'm good. Bisexual? Physically, I'm attracted to boys, but I'm not totally ruling it out or anything. If I happen to fall for a girl, and hey, I want to screw her, then why not?
2. Only one? Probably my selective apathy. I can be such a hardass sometimes. I am a cold and emotionless person when I choose to be. When it serves me best. I feel bad when I feel I should, and I couldn't care less when I know it will drive me crazy. Really, I could say I care about you, but I'm lying through my teeth. I'm so full of shit it scares me, and it's because my utter lack of caring sometimes.
3. I think about what's going on in my life. I think about the past a lot. Things that could have been. I think about Andre, a friend of mine that died almost two years ago. I think about all the mistakes I've made through the day. I think about the what if's. I change situations in my head. Tweak them a bit and see how things would have been if I had done this or not done that. I think about being alone in my bed, wondering if I'll always be alone. If I'm ok with that.
4. Being in love. I won't lie, I want so badly to find my best friend. My everything. Someone whose life is so intertwined with mine that I'm not sure where mine ends and his begins. I also want my New York life that I talk about. The loft and the coffeeshop and the scarves and the pieces of manuscript flying all around. I look forward to independence, also. Being able to live a few years on my own. Having quirky friends and knocking on their door at three in the morning because the cable went out again and I want to get a drink. I look forward to be a twenty-something.
5. Because they're so convinced that everything that's happening to them now is horrible and crappy and blah blah blah. People need to get over that. They don't see the future. They don't see how petty they're being. How much crappier life could really be. They choose to feel sorry for themselves instead of doing something to change their life. All they do is complain, and get nothing done in the process.
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No, you're a fucking idiot, Ashley.
6. If you were a boy, would you like yourself (or a lesbian or a bisexual or just a straight woman who falls in love with you even though she knows it's against her nature)?
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