Housebound it was wild. I recommended it to my friend that has visions of ghosts and spirits and what not.
Yeah so guess what I'm definitely not going to do?
Is this a sex thing?
Something involving ice in a cup. Something involving Coronado beach and my favorite dancers, writers, family. Paradise is everything being okay and me not having to work myself to death to achieve it.
Snitches get stitches.
White people. [because only a pale face would ask me that f**kass, appropriating question.)
I've been listening to a lot of sports interviews for some reason and a great deal of great athletes seem to be incredibly competitive. Not only this, but they seem to choose partners that are just as competitive, in some other facet of life, as they are.
I don't know if "the want to be competitive" is a special talent, but it currently intrigues me so much.
"Hi my name is _______ and you don't seem like a murderer ... what's your name?"
Arguing for extended periods of time.
