Who designs these things?
These. These memes. Who designs this shit. Why not ask if I've ever been to prison.
Couple of times.
Second question now.
Yeah, like all memes and blogs are meaningful.
I don't really ride rollercoasters. I'm neurotic and phobia driven.
You don't say?
Fucking Americans. Just like them to think that everyone sleds.
See, this question, this question is clearly about sex.
So, answer one way, and everyone thinks you're a nymphomaniac--
--And answer another, you're a cold fish.
I don't get the obsession here.
See, now we're back to sex.
Yeah, that's true. You think a black person asks if you think OJ is guilty?
Some Asians might.
Well, you've give this a lot of thought.
I don't give a fuck.
We're on a different question now.
The answer is some.
About thirty two hours straight.
I watched the Argentina and Germany match last night. By the time I got home it was five, or close too, and I had to work, so I just went, fuck it, and stayed awake.
Well, right now I am thinking about those History ads that they had for the Australian world cup team. They were pretty cool.
That also means I'm talking to myself.
You know there are forty questions for this?
I say we change form.
All the time. Yes to both. It do have secrets in me people don't know. I don't give a shit about baseball. I can't ice skate, though I've been. I don't often remember my dreams, and when I do, it's only the mundane ones. I laugh so much I cry often. I hate the Beatles. The thing on my mind is the chapbook Twenty Six Lies/One Truth and a couple o other things not up for discussion here. A ghetto ass barbie could possibly be a doll, but barbie isn't my thing. I wear a seatbelt. I use Optus. I like Sushi. I drive in Sydney so yes, I've missed few fatal accidents. I like to go naked. I stole clothes. About 11, though a 12, depending on who is measuring. I don't hate much, despite what people think. Neither. Still with sex, huh? I'd fuck Jesus. Or whoever your messiah is. I am listening to Shihad General Electric, but my favourite album of the moment is Bluebottle Kiss' Doubt Seeds. This will change. I am going over the one sentence per answer. Fuck. I sing in front of the mirror. I read. I fuck. I juggle. I draw on myself. I can't stand Beef Jerky, but I'm sure there's more. I sing in the shower. I narrate. I fuck. I juggle. I wash the lines off myself. I love my friends, so sure, of course I make fun of them. They do the same. I've stood up for people I don't know. Afterwards, I just hope they're not fuckers. And no, I have never been punched in the face, though I once hit someone else.
I bet it doesn't make a lick of sense.