Well aren't you a precious one? What's your name, pumpkin?
do u have tumblr
Do you like chicken feet? No I don't because I find it pointless :D Now excuse while I brace myself for all the "but tumblr .. blah blah blah" comments.
Do you ever get the feeling that someone wants to talk to you?
Yeah, and I'm always open to. If you want to talk to me just come up to me and be engaging instead of just wondering what kind of conversation could have happened I mean like C'MON PEOPLE MAKE SOME EFFORT MAN TAKE THE INITIATIVE. I can't read your minds all the time!
are u mad at anyone atm?
Irritated is the more appropriate term.
who do you want to talk to more
there are lots of people I want to talk to more, no not over the phone, not through text messaging, but in person so there's a real connection between us.
talk about bad grammar on the anon's part hahahaa.
Glad you noticed.
No that's were people might disagree with you about the crew and whatnot. Most of the crew wasn't even there that day. Unless you like to exclude people ;)
Either you just want to test me or you're trying to tear the apart. Regardless, you're treading on some thin ice here. Choose your next words carefully.
If your plane was about to crash, who would you want sitting next to you?
Somebody I haven't been honest with
are you watching the fireworks tomorrow?
Maybe. depends on my mader
What is your favorite pet’s name?
The only pet I had was a beautiful blue betta fish named Pinky. Pinky was the best fish you could've asked for. Pinky moved, Pinky swam all over the place, Pinky traded secrets with me and we stuck out for each other. But one day, Pinky started acting quite strange. Pinky slowed down, Pinky swam less, Pinky slept more. Finally, Pinky stopped swimming. I cried my eyes out for Pinky, and I played a funeral march for him with my violin as tears streamed down my face. But it's okay, because Pinky lives on in spirit within my violin and will always be with me. And that, my friend, is the story of Pinky.