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I'm not sure why it appears that way, but most likely it is because you read something I wrote in which I didn't take a compliment gracefully.
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I haven't had either in a while, so it's hard to say. I think it may have been one person asking the butt thing over and over, so that may skew the data. Mostly now I get people asking me if I'm crazy, which is a super creative thing to ask someone and doesn't get old at all.
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I've never considered my girl crushes, but maybe I'd say Amy Poehler and Kristin Wiig in the humor category. Brandi Carlile for her voice. I think Angela Bassett is the prettiest woman ever, and she also seems like she could tell me what's what when I get out of hand, which is a quality I enjoy in anyone. This is hard!! Who are yours?
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I can't speak for all of us, but on a typical Saturday night I find myself a large, unattractive, boring woman, slit her open from sternum to abdomen and make a warm nest for myself in her guts.
I mean to say that there is a gorgeous, funny woman hiding within every one of us. I just got distracted trying to make it metaphorical. -
I tend to use this space as more of a "Fool around and make myself laugh" space rather than a "Reveal my inner self through sharing and feelings" kind of space, but I just made a tab at the top of the blog that says "New here?" which is a (brief for now) sum-up of things. You're right, it's weird approaching a blog with absolutely no context. Hope that helps!
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Andrew Johnson definitely. What a dick.
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I imagine Juanita to be like Delta Burke from Designing Women. And Zooey is like Sophia from Golden Girls. And Foxy is like Shawn Johnson from the Olympics.
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I love sandwiches. Cucumber, avocado, sprouts, havarti, tomato, salt on wheat. Also burritos (Mexican sandwiches). I like things I can eat without using plates or silverware. I usually put my food on a paper towel or a tissue. Or I use my sleeves. You know, that sounds weird when I type it out like this.
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I think it's funny that I read this days ago and have actually been thinking of a real answer. I take myself way too seriously, I tell ya. If I had to pick an "in the style of", it would have to be 1) Freddie Mercury, because he's loud and sweaty and dramatic and funny, which are all qualities I admire in a singer. Then, 2) Colin Hay, especially the newer acoustic stuff, I like his older guy voice, and 3) Whoever is the opposite of James Blunt. I won't get into the extent of my hate on this, because it's a beautiful day today. Suffice it to say, infinity.
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No, actually I'm not a fan of hanging dead things on your wall, no matter how pretty the colors. Those were gifts. Gifts that kept coming and coming, after someone told someone else I liked butterflies. Which I do, I guess, because who doesn't? But... alive ones. I kind of forgot those were even there.
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Yes, good work. Also, incorporating the concept of manifest destiny earns you bonus nerd cred. Alas, you are but a lad, and if I hadn't so adamantly insisted that my boyfriends in high school pull-out every single time (safety first!) you could be my son. How bout that apple? Now, CLEAN YOUR ROOM! *spanks your butt*
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Foxy is my only snuggly dog. Zooey doesn't care for it, Juanita (other than the night Farley died when she snuggled into my neck and wouldn't leave me) will sleep on my lap if I pick her up because she's too lazy to get down, but Foxy seeks people out and curls up inside the crook of your arm, your bent leg, or spoons you from behind while you sleep. She's a fantastic dog, I got really lucky.
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I pick flattering photos when I post them, and you all are drunk. That's how!
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If I were lying I'd be 27.
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Yep! Well, no, I pulled them back into drafts, but I didn't actually delete. I go through every once in a while and do that, for various reasons. Usually because I reread and decide it's not that funny. How did you notice that some were missing?
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A compliment, and still I'm saddened a little by the fact that my advanced age warrants a stranger's boner adjustment. How strange.
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I'm giving you one right now, Becky!
*bird hands* Kukoooo, kukoooo! *blows into your hair* oolloo oolloo oolloo!! KOOOoooo.... KOOOooo... -
WELL. Hm. Fancy that. (Fluffs hair.)
I'm 36, but I'm really immature and I have a fat face, so I can understand why you'd say that. I'm so 80's it's ridiculous. -
Well apparently I'm not getting formspring notifications by email anymore, so hopefully you got your kid out of the tub, seeing as how that was 3 days ago. Or at least added more hot water to keep her toasty.
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Hi you! Yeah, I'm all about tits and sass. I'm a weirdo, yeah, I guess. But I'm different weird on the Internet than I am in real life. I don't talk much. I'm a listener like you. Also a watcher. I've been told I have crazy eyes. I never used to make eye contact, and when I finally taught myself, I was so good at it that I couldn't stop. I have to remind myself to do those "natural" kind of look-away for a second things that people do when they're talking to each other. "Time to look away, Becky. Stare off at that tree and pretend to think. Good. Okay, look back. WAIT, too soon, too soon. Count to five, then go." Back to your question, I'm "eccentric" in my real life, but on the Internet it's more concentrated. Eccentricity from concentrate, all the water (boring stuff) taken out. If you met me in real life, you'd think, "Wow, she's boring," but only because I'd be staring off at a tree counting to five until I can look back at you again. Once we got past that preliminary stuff, you'd probably like me a lot. I'm pretty nice.
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Becky
LA, CA
Becky’s Bio
I am a lady. My hair is yellow.
