The sensible chunk of my brain is saying "I'd hand over the bloody wallet", but realistically I'd probably argue with them and get myself shot.

I just might!

The beach, specifically small isolated coves with white sand. They feel like home.

I worked in an ice-cream shop.

Lemon, honey and hot water, staying warm, lots of water, and sleeping a lot.

I'd like to hope that there's some really beautiful and positive afterlife where everyone has something wonderful and blissful happen to them. I expect that there's just nothing.

God, no! Who the fuck does that? How old are you, thirteen?

I have respect for other people's relationships. If I wanted to be with someone and they were with someone else, too bad, I could have my shot if they broke up. If I REALLY couldn't live without them, then I guess I could tell them how I felt, but even that's a really shitty thing to do, and I'd have to expect that the response would be that I'd never be allowed to see them again.

People in relationships are off-limits, dude.

Sheep nookie.

Yes, it's happened to me fairly frequently. It's happened to me when I've had depressive episodes, when I was being abused by my partner, when I've heard that friends have died, and in a few other circumstances. The times when it's been a display of symptoms have been the most common, but it's no less traumatising because there's no "real" or "serious" stimulus.

It felt horrible and disempowering. To have that little control over your emotions is terrifying.

I have a double bed with a wrought iron frame. It's quite old. I found it by the side of the road, and was surprised to find that it was an exact match to the bed I was currently sleeping in, which was owned by my then partner. So I took it home.

The mattress is in between hard and firm, and far too old. It needs replacing, as soon as we manage to find the money. It currently has sheets, a doona, a furry zebra print blankie, and two pillows. I keep my bed reasonably clean, although I sometimes let the sheets go a little longer than I should between being laundered. I also practice good sleep hygiene and only use my bed for sleeping and sex.

I share my bed with my wifey, who lives with me. He's an excellent bed-sharer, although he snores.

I don't really watch scary movies any more... they leave me too scared to sleep, because I'm a crazy wuss. I remember being terrified by the Exorcist, but kids today might be immune to that kind of thing.

My most frequent procrastination method is browsing the net. In fact, I'm doing it right now.

And no, I'm not very good at remotivating myself.

Wallet, phone, keys, valium.

Sugar-free cherry.

I hate peanut butter.

A successful semester of uni.

I don't own a pair!

Sanity.

Laptop. Phone. Medication. I'd say little bunny man, but he's not a possession, he's a furry family member.