I have gone through every emotion in the book and every low and high imaginable. Yet somehow, now I spend every day of my existence somewhere in between being completely in awe of this wonderful, wonderful world and in soul-crushing despair and listlessness at the life I yearn to have. I can’t understand the conflicting feelings inside of me. They battle endlessly in a collision course with disaster, in a roller rink that never stops spinning.

Funnier still is that I can only write this way during the late, late night — the early, early morning. I can only write this way when I am in a certain state of mind — full of clarity despite my grogginess and somewhere in between my two conflicting feelings. When I try to write during the day, or when I feel too restless, I am always dissatisfied with the results. I can’t describe things as vividly and I can’t think of enough adjectives or words to replace “said.”

My mother tells me I should write a memoir, and my therapist has said this, too. This is something that sounds appealing to me, but I know that I could never complete it. Because this is what happens when I write. See the way my thoughts have side-tracked? What was I originally writing about? I can’t even seem to remember what I intended, thinking back on it. My mind is restless. My mind is always restless. It never stops spinning.

I don’t think I have a writer’s mind. I have gotten top scores in english and writing classes but this doesn’t mean a thing to me. I often wonder — do writers intend to insert things such as metaphors, underlying meanings and recurring concepts into their work? My mind cannot seem to comprehend such a mechanical use of these kinds of things. It’s not as if I don’t use them, but for me, it’s difficult to purposely set them into motion. It feels forced and untrue.

You know, most of the things I write and the things I say are vague. Whoever is reading them or hearing them doesn’t quite grasp what I’m getting at, if anything. But I think this is just another example of how I am not like most people. Maybe I like being a little mysterious (this isn’t true, because I don’t do it on purpose, but-), and when I want to make a flirtatious advance or a hint at some inside joke or secret, I will say these “something vagues” and think I am getting something across.  But you know? It never gets across! Is it me? It must be, because I see other people sharing these sorts of inside jokes and meaningful glances quite often.

One thing I like to do more than almost anything else is to act. But I don’t act on stage — not anymore. And maybe I’ll talk about that part later but not right now. No — I like to act in a more private setting. Roleplay can mean a lot of things. It can allude to some kind of sexually-derived fantasy game between two lovers, to playing out scenarios with perfect strangers and friends on the internet, or to playing house with your five-year-old niece. But when I say roleplay I mean taking on someone else’s persona and letting it engulf me completely.

Sometimes I am more “on” than other times and I can really act out these parts; characters — it doesn’t matter where they’re from — video games, television, cartoons, my own head. I play all kinds of characters — good and evil, young and old, happy and sad. It gives me a thrill as well as a peace of mind I cannot experience in my own skin. I can escape for a while into another person’s mind and live a life — or a couple of hours — that I could not and would not on a day-to-day basis. Why?

There are a lot of things I can never be. I don’t want to be all of these things, sure, but there are also lots of characteristics and traits I would like to have that I will never possess. But if I pretend and I try hard enough, I can have those traits — if only for a little while, while I act according to character. I can imagine exciting things and sad things and even happy things that I will never be able to experience in my life. And this way, even if it’s a second-hand experience and it isn’t entirely accurate or close enough, at least I can experience it at all.

I’m a romantic person. I’m sentimental. I’m soft-hearted. (And I have a hard shield, but maybe I’ll discuss that later.) I write things that even make me cringe with their cheesiness. Like, could that really be true that I’m the kind of person who lives through acting out the lives of others? You don’t have to believe me, but it’s one-hundred percent true. I’m weak. These are my countermeasures.

I hope I am wrong. I hope that I am much more like others than I feel I am. I hope that even if most aren’t like me, that maybe there are some out there who are. I hope we’ll meet someday. I hope I can find a place I belong, acceptance, and a feeling I’ve always desired. I hope someday I can feel a true romantic connection, a completely selfless friendship, a comfort and ease and feeling of pure, unadulterated belonging. I hope, I hope, I hope.

But until that day, I will continue to write. I will continue to roleplay. I will continue to wish for a life that I will never have. I will close my eyes and let the ocean carry me away.

This was for the P3P Livejournal community’s countdown to the US release of Persona 3 Portable~ \o/ Here’s a transparent background version and one without text.

I always save a background-less version of my art in case I later want to use it to make graphics or I decide I hate the background, LMAO. Sometimes I’m not entirely pleased with my backgrounds, you know?

Anyway, today I decided I wanted to draw Izaya from Durarara!! I started with a practice picture to get his features down:

Here are the lines.

And then I started on the sketch…

And then filled in some more…

Inking and coloring and shading to come within the next few days.

I also worked on a parody kind of thing with my sister (well, we both talked about it and I drew it). They’re fake screenshots I traced/drew from Kuroshitsuji II (I’d been so excited about the new season LMFAO) to change Ciel and Sebastian, or Alois and Claude depending on the screenshot, into Machi and Kimblee, respectively. I won’t bother explaining the details of why this works because it’s RP-related and well LOL…this is my private journal. But anyway.

It is so lovingly titled “Shiroshitsuji” and I plan to do at least one more!

There are comparisons to the real screenshots and other stuff here on my Photobucket.

And art-wise, that’s all I’ve been up to. I don’t feel like talking about anything besides art right now, so maybe later. mO___Om i am a shadow the true self

“All the While” by Jenna Nicholls
Bring me a man who can sing me a song, who can make my heart weak and make me stand strong at the same time. All at the same time.

Oh, baby, I guess it’s been you all the while.

Make the melody sweet and the harmony tender, with a knife in your voice that makes me surrender to you. ‘Cause it’s been a long time since I, I got myself lost in your eyes.

Oh, baby, I guess it’s been you all the while.

And I think I should stay away from here ’cause I can’t do anything to make you wanna be loving me. Baby, I don’t wanna stay this way. But there’s no other way to tell you just how I much I, I need to be near you.

One of these days our war will be over and our song will return and I’ll hand myself over to you. We’re two of the same kind.

Oh, baby, I guess it’s been you all the while.
Oh, lover, I guess it’s been you all the while.
Oh, babe, yeah, yeah yeah.

“Paper Float” by Cassettes Won’t Listen
I guess the time is not right when you feel the final shot strike, when the water begins to rush inside. We slowly sink with no surprise as we sink with the darkened sky. And we barely had time to set it right.

The storm is wrecking our paper float, so we tell our favorite jokes. Crack a smile and then our hands let go. We crack a smile and then our hands let go.

We drift alone on the souls of a tiny float, arms together. Try to row, singing ahh, ahh, ahh, whoa. Crack a smile and let each other know. You know I know.

Up all night watch the paper sink. Will the captain put down his last drink? Crash the only ship with the ticket home. All passengers disappear when the night fades and the clouds clear. I squint my eyes and only see you smile.

I squint my eyes and only see you smile.
I squint my eyes and only see you smile.
I squint my eyes and only see you smile.
I squint my eyes and only see you smile.
I squint my eyes and only see you smile.

Drift alone on the souls of a tiny float, arms together. Try to row, singing ahh, ahh, ahh, whoa. Crack a smile and let each other know. Drift alone on the souls of a tiny float, arms together. Try to row, singing ahh, ahh, ahh, whoa. Crack a smile and let each know. You know I know.

“My Melody” by Abel
I had a plan to start a war. To build my kingdom on melodies and my resistance. I didn’t know what I was fighting for. A king with no crown and no song to lead him into battle.

And I heard you call me.

And I pray, oh, let it be beautiful. And I pray, oh, let it beautiful, beautiful.

Now I’ve a plan we’re fighting for. And I have a melody to bring us to back to one another.

And I heard you call me.

And I pray, oh, let it beautiful. And I pray, oh, let it beautiful. And I pray, oh, let it be beautiful.

And I heard you call me.

When all we have is lost, you come in truth and we ask that all we give is beautiful.
When all we have is lost, you come in truth and we ask that all we give is beautiful.
When all we have is lost, you come in truth and we ask that all we give is beautiful.
When all we have is lost, you come in truth and we ask that all we give is beautiful.

“Can’t Stop Laughing” by Andi Almqvist & the Employees
Sun goes down, my candy apple drowning in a blood red ocean, in a blood red ocean. The planet moves, the moon breaks out of prison while the stars are watching, all the stars are watching.

Pretty girl, your hair flows like a river down a back soul slender, down a back soul slender. And what is love, a blizzard or a fever? A moment or forever? A moment or forever?

And we should be crying but we can’t stop laughing. No, we can’t stop laughing.

Life is hard, everyone’s a sinner. Honey, what’s for dinner? What’s for dinner? Some will drop while others keep on livin’ and the good old world keeps spinnin’, the good old world keeps spinnin’.

And we should be crying but we can’t stop laughing. No, we can’t stop laughing.

So, raise your glass for the bad luck broken hearted, for the ones who never started, the ones who never started. You buy around for the fuck ups and the failures, for all the seasick sailors, for all the seasick sailors.

And we should be crying but we can’t stop laughing. No, we can’t stop laughing.
And we should be crying but we can’t stop laughing. No, we can’t stop laughing.

“I Think We’re Alright” by Lightning Love
I think you left your phone in my room. It goes off and I wake up too soon. I try telling my friends but they can’t believe what we’ve done is true.

But I always feel that we’re alright. Like when we’re staying up late at night. We perch on the porch smoking and run if anyone starts a fight, ight.

The neighbors call us at 4 AM. And tell us not to do it again. My parents see me in the morning and ask where the hell I’ve been.

But I always feel that we’re alright. Because we can stay up late at night. We perch on the porch smoking and stay until the sky turns to light, ight, ight.

“Sing Something” by Chronix
I can’t beg you give me another chance, I’ve never saw (incomprehensible) like you. It’s alright, I know it’s right, but you don’t know how much I cry. I can’t forget, (incomprehensible) ’cause they’re you’re still screaming in my head. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough, would you please give me another shot?

It was never what I wanted, it was never what I needed. Now something is broken, you know what it is. (incomprehensible). Give me something to sing, let me scream it away.

(incomprehensible) made every mistakes, and now I’m bored and I’m ashamed. It’s too late to make it right but you said sorry and then you cried. Dare me what (incomprehensible) should I forget what I believe? I’m sorry I’m needy (incomprehensible).

It was never what I wanted, it was never what I needed. Now something is broken, you know what it is. (incomprehensible). Give me something to sing, let me scream it away.

Give me just something to sing ’cause now I can’t find anything. Something, it is broken now and I’m sure you know what it is. Give me just something to sing and looked at you inside and say my hatred see you fade away. Should I say sorry again?

It was never what I wanted, it was never what I need. Now something is broken, you know what it is. (incomprehensible). Give me something to sing, let me scream it away. Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed, (incomprehensible) I’ll be broken and you know what I feel. (incomprehensible), I’m gonna (incomprehensible) what’s mine. (incomprehensible) but I hope you’re gonna do right.

“AREN’T YOU CLEVER” by SH MUSIC (lukhash)
Le-le-leave me in the dark. Aren’t you clever? The way you stare those things apart, feels like forever. And it can’t predict the changes, everything’s so strange. Never mind, you never care. It always makes me day when you come home.

(incomprehensible) again. One love, if it ever is. When you come home, I can’t help falling even though it’s a long way down. It’s a long way down.

Feel the power light of the day, just nearer. I leave it all up to change, maybe never. But it tends to fill the sky with every kind of light. Like the birds in the wind, makes my heart just fly when you come home.

(incomprehensible) again. One love, if it ever is. When you come home, I can’t help falling even though it’s a long way down.

It’s no black and white. Just know it feels right. It feels right. It’s no black and white. Just know it feels, (just know) it feels right (right). It feels right. It feels right.

Sketch.

Lines.

Base colors.

Edit (6/12 11:40 PM): I’m finished!

@ Deviant Art
Transparent BG

Also: check this out. Comparing this picture to the picture it was originally based off of (drawn by me in ’06). P A N I C

• Scarf and Yatagarasu pin
• Socks
• Gloves
• Belt
• Skirt
• Boots
• Hair bows materials (clips and ribbon)
• Shorts
• Bag
• Key
• White fabric marker
• Shirt pieces: long-sleeved magenta shirt, vest (sewn by me), white fabric for cuffs

Tohru Adachi:

• Tie
• Button-up shirt
• Jacket
• Belt
• 1 set of contacts (Yellow)
• Watch (in need of adjustments)

Matt Engarde:

• Jacket and materials (partially finished)
• Gloves (in need of adjustments)
• Boots
• Pants

Seraphita:

• Socks

What I Have Ordered:
Tohru Adachi:

• None

Matt Engarde:

• None

Seraphita:

• None

What I Still Need:
Kay Faraday:

• 1 set of contacts (Green)

Tohru Adachi:

• Pants
• Raincoat and/or materials
• Shoes
• 1 set of contacts (Brown)

Matt Engarde:

• Dark grey t-shirt
• Wig
• Phones material (possibly made from watches or bangles and toy phones or calculators)
• Scar makeup
• Belt

Seraphita:

• Boots or material for boot covers
• Dark grey (lots) and orange fabric
• Sweater
• A way to make the costume stick out like armor?

Extra/Other:

• Bindings (also in need of instructions for how to properly bind)
• Caution tape (Adachi)
• Vodka glass (Matt)
• White face paint (Jay)

Total Progress:

1. Kay Faraday (1, 2) — Gyakuten Kenji — 100% COMPLETE/debut at AX’10
2. Tohru Adachi (1, 2) — Persona 4 — 60%
3. Matt Engarde (1, 2) — Gyakuten Saiban 2 — 45%
4. Seraphita (1) — Digital Devil Saga — 20%

Notes:
Will be updated with further progress at a later date.
Possible future endeavors?: Kristoph Gavin (Ace Attorney), Machi Tobaye (Ace Attorney), Kaitou XI (Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro), Shih-na (Ace Attorney), Amane Kuzuryu (Devil Survivor), Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!)
To wear again for photos: Shinjiro Aragaki (Persona 3), Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney), Jay the Unseen (Tales of Legendia)
All contacts are pretty much optional since they’re expensive and require a prescription in most cases.

the soundtrack to the first eighteen years of my life.
(this is a work in progress and
may be edited to add more in the future.
the tracks are not in order yet.)

1.) “I Don’t Feel So Well” by Vienna Teng
I don’t feel so well. I thought that you should know. I thought that you should know that I don’t feel so well. I thought that you should know before you fall.

2.) “We Are Free Men” by Bright Eyes
Or wide awake in a shopping mall, trying clothes on from off of the wall. Yeah, anything to entertain yourself. Because a costume can be quite comfortable, it can make you feel more beautiful. It can even make you look like someone else. But it’s still you and there’s nothing you can do.

3.) “Panic Attack!” by The Fall Of Troy
Here we go again, I’m losing all my friends. Distorting the truth to lie to you again. Disconnect from then to side with you again.

4.) “I Won’t Ever Be Happy Again” by Bright Eyes
Now it seems you too see a painful blue when you stare into the sky. You could never understand the motion of a hand waving goodbye. But as the story goes, or it is often told, a new day will arise.

5.) “A Better Son/Daughter” by Rilo Kiley
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap and it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through and you’ll fake it if you have to. And you’ll show up to work with a smile.

6.) “Girlfriend” by Marié Digby
I can’t belong to anybody else right now, though it is not much of an excuse. I can’t belong to anybody else when I’ve got so much figuring out to.

7.) “Testify” by Amy Studt
To the friends that I’ve lost on the way, to the friends I’ve been pushing away. You could say that I’ve made it, but I’m jaded and inside I’m falling.

8.) “Front Row” by Metric
He’s not perfect, he’s my hero. Smashing the piano, spitting in the front row. Chronic confrontation, psychic conversation, radical compassion louder than the action.

9.) “Tree Tops” by Eisley
When I was a young girl trying to find her way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops… I did not care, I did not care what they called me.

10.) “False Alarm” by KT Tunstall
Now the curtain’s coming up, the audience is still. I’m struggling to cater for the space I’m meant to fill. And distance doesn’t care. No, distance doesn’t care.

11.) “The Girl I Left Behind” by Charlotte Martin
The girl I left behind me was bad at being good — the happiest arsonist that ever was, the happiest communist that ever was.

12.) “If Winter Ends” by Bright Eyes
But I fell for the promise of life with a purpose and I know that that’s impossible now. So, I drink to stay warm and to kill selective memories, because I just can’t think anymore about this or about her tonight.

13.) “False Advertising” by Bright Eyes
And now I know what must change — fuck my face, fuck my name. They are brief and false advertisements. For a soul I don’t have, something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for.

14.) “Oh No!” by Marina & the Diamonds
Don’t do love, don’t do friends. I’m only after success. Don’t need a relationship. I’ll never soften my grip.

15.) “Hopeless” by KT Tunstall
I was trying far too hard to be what I thought I should be. I was playing wild cards and seeing things that weren’t in front of me.

16.) “Lullaby For A Realist” by Anya Marina
Sometimes I can’t see beyond the scope. It’ll all be fine or maybe it won’t.

17.) “All by Myself” by Sheryl Crow
Hard to be sure, sometimes I feel so insecure. And love’s so distant and obscure.

18.) “At Seventeen” by Janis Ian
The valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth were spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I learned the truth. And those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.

19.) “Wide Open Spaces” by The Dixie Chicks
She needs wide open spaces, room to make her big mistakes. She needs new faces. She knows the high stakes.

B
- Beer: No, thanks.
- Birthday/Birthplace: February 21, 1991/Placentia, CA.
- Best Friends: Katayoun, Olga, Irina, Holly
- Body Part on opposite sex: Lips/Smile!
- Best Feeling?: It’s fuckin’ Friday!
- Blind or Deaf: Blind. Couldn’t hear me some Conor if I was deaf.
- Best weather: Raining!
- Been in Love: Mm…maybe.
- Been bitched out?: I guess so.
- Been on stage?: Yes.
- Believe in yourself?: Try to, but not really.
- Believe in life on other planets: I don’t deny the possibility of such a thing, but I don’t believe in anything without proof of its existence.
- Believe in miracles: Depends on your definition of “miracle.”
- Believe in Magic: No.
- Believe in God: I couldn’t say. I think He could exist, but I also think He might not exist.
- Believe in Satan: ^
- Believe in Santa: No.
- Believe in ghosts/spirits: No.
- Believe in Evolution: How can you not believe in evolution at this point?

C
- Clothing Style: I like boots and coats and hats and glasses. I don’t know what to call it. I’ve been called a hippie, but that’s not really accurate.
- Car: LOL…
- Candy: Anything with peanut butter really.
- Color: Red.
- Cried in school: Yes.
- Chocolate/Vanilla: Chocolate.
- Chinese/Mexican food: Mexican.
- Cake or pie: Cake.
- Countries to visit: To Russia with love. And possibly Canada.

D
- Day or Night: Day.
- Dream vehicle: My only criteria for a car are that it works reliably, has a CD player, gets good gas mileage, and is red.
- Danced: I cannot dance! But I will do it anyway.
- Dance in the rain?: Yes!
- Dance in the middle of the street?: Sure.
- Do the splits?: LMAO, no.

E
- Eggs: I’m vegan.
- Eyes: Blue.
- Ever failed a class?: Yes, but it was because I was too late to drop it.

F
- First crush: Nicholas something or other in kindergarten.
- Full name: Kendra Johnson.
- First thoughts waking up: What time is it?

G
- Greatest Fear: Never being normal or anywhere close and therefore never getting anywhere I want to be in life.
- Giver or taker: Giver.
- Gum: I like peppermint.
- Get along with your parents?: Mostly.

H
- Hair Color: Black. Naturally blonde.
- Height: 5’6″
- Happy: Sorta.
- Holidays: Anything that gets me out of school gets a thumbs up in my book.
- Health freak?: Not in the way you’d expect.

I
- Ice Cream: Soy ice cream in a cone with peanut butter. Fuck. Yes.
- Instrument: I wish.

J
- Jewelry: I wear a necklace every day that I get dressed (LOL not a lot anymore but…). I have two Communist dog tags I like a lot. I also have a Tiffany’s necklace.

K
- Kids: Never.
- Kickboxing or karate: Not really interested, but I guess I’d choose kickboxing.

L
- Longest Car Ride: Mission Viejo, CA to Casa Grande, AZ. NNNNNGH.
- Letter: K!
- Laughed so hard you cried: All the time.
- Love at first sight: No.
- Love: is all you need.

M
- Milk flavor: Regular soy.
- Movie: Girl, Interrupted and Inglorious Basterds.
- Mooned anyone?: Haha…no.
- Marriage: Not yet. Maybe someday.
- Motion sickness?: Yes.
- McD’s or BK: Burger King…not that I can eat anything from there anymore.

N
- Number of Siblings: Uno.
- Number of Piercing: I in each ear. Used to have a lip piercing.
- Number: 7.

O
- One wish: To not have IBS.
- One phobia: Getting sick.

P
- Place you’d like to live: Tucson, Arizona.
- Pepsi/Coke: Neither.

Q
- Quail: …???
- Questionnaires: Helps boredom.

R
- Reason to cry: Bright Eyes is geniusly beautiful.
- Roll your tongue in a circle?: …Uh?

S
- Song: My favorite? Hard to say. I’m really liking “Her Morning Elegance” by Oren Latvie right now though.
- Shoe size: 6.5
- Sushi: No.
- Skipped school: All the fuckin’ time.
- Slept outside: Once or twice.
- Seen a dead body?: Not of a human.
- Smoked?: Not cigarettes…LOL.
- Shower daily?: Yes.
- Sing well?: In a normal person who never took lessons kind of way, yes.
- Swear?: Fuck no.
- Stuffed Animals?: A few on the bed, a ton on the top of the bookshelves.
- Single/Group dates: Single.
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries.
- Scientists need to invent: A cure for IBS.

T
- Time for bed: Somewhere between 12 AM and 2 AM.
- Thunderstorms: I like them as long as they’re not too loud. I get a little freaked out at night.
- Touch your tongue to your nose?: Nope.

U
- Unpredictable: Hmm…no, not really.
- Under the influence?: No.
- Understanding?: I suppose.

V
- Vegetable you hate: All of them…? I’m allergic to tomatoes.
- Vegetable you love: Haha…
- Vacation spot: Arizona.
- Vampire or Werewolf?: Neither.

W
- Weakness: I have quite a few. Conor Oberst and dirty hippie boys?
- When you grow up: I’m already grown up, but prosecutor.
- Who makes you laugh the most: Holly.
- Worst feeling: Losing your best friend is pretty shitty. So is feeling like you’re never going to be healthy again. And so is learning that no one really gives a shit about you when you’re gone. Who knows what’s actually the worst?
- Wanted to be a model?: No.
- Where do we go when we die: Don’t ask me.
- Worst weather: Blazing hot and dry.
- Walk with a book on your head?: Not for long.
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Dunno. I guess Holly.

X
- X-Rays: Never had one anywhere but on my teeth as far as I know.

Y
-Year it is now: 2010.
-Yellow: Is a nice color.

Z
- Zoo animal: Not monkeys. Any kind of cat-like thing will do.
- Zodiac sign: Pisces.

2) You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
A squirrel.

3) What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
I say, “Look, a squirrel!” and Kitty and I coo over how cute it is before it runs away.

4) You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe it.
It’s kind of small, and it’s white with a wooden porch (also painted white) in front. There’s a couch/swing on the it and around the porch and the house is a garden of various brightly colored flowers.

5) Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
Yes.

6) You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining room table. What do you see on and around it?
On it is a white tablecloth adorned with fine china. The table and chairs are a deep red maple color, with a shining finish. There is a golden clock with a ticking pendulum on the wall.

7) You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?
A paper Dixie cup.

8) What do you do with the cup?
Pick it up and throw it in the recycling bin silently.

9) You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What kind of body of water is it?
A shallow stream.

10) How will you cross the water?
We will walk across on bare feet.

***

1) The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important person in your life.
I don’t know if she is the most important person in my life…but she is definitely ONE of the most important people in it.

2) The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.
…I don’t think so.

3) The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.
By…talking about how cute they are? Or maybe just talking them out, huh?

4) The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.
Haha…

5) A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You’d prefer people not drop by unannounced.
This is true.

6) If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, or people, then you are generally unhappy.
“Generally” unhappy. I guess I am not “generally” happy so…

7) The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.
My relationship with Katayoun? Hm. I don’t think that’s right. She’s one of the few friends I have that I feel I can rely on to never leave. If this is actually referring to a romantic relationship, it means nothing since I’m not in one.

8) Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude.
It doesn’t bother me, I suppose.

9) The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.
That’s pretty true…

10) How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.
Just our feet. :)