This sounded like a poorly and inappropriately written Dr. Seuss book

Chuck Testa is basically like my born again Jesus.

If you feed me Burrito's, and then give me a super hero cape, and a huge ass dinosaur to ride on, we might be set for life.

Well I woke up not to recently with a penguin in a dress standing over my bed,and a very expensive looking strand of pearls draping elegantly across it's shoulders as if it had confused a shawl with such a piece of jewelry and this penguin said to me "Harley, the time has come....for BURRITOS!" And then there were rainbows and dancing lights, and burrito's fell down down down from my ceiling into my mouth. But the surprising part was it wasn't even real.

I usually only cook when it's for my angel. But yes, I do enjoy it.

Yes I have and I think it's one of the absolute worst feelings I've ever had in the entire world. But if I was absolutely powerless I just tried to be there for the person as best as I could, and be available for if there was anything I could. It hurts though. I'm sorry if you are experiencing this.

I think being free has a different meaning to each individual who finally receives or dreams of it. For me, being free means being rid of negative forces in my life that are putting down who I am, and what I want to do. For me, being free means being who I am without even the restraint of myself, and doing with a smile in my eyes, and a light in my heart. It means accepting suffering when it comes in a way that is peaceful and appreciative, as well as accepting love, and cherishing it for what it is, as selflessly as possible without taking it for granted. It means barefeet in the grass, and singing somewhere open at night. It means ridding yourself of needs/wants, and learning how to live without them or to the extent that is actually right for you. It means loving without money- and leaving this money based society behind. It means endless days working to grow, not growing up to work. And so on...

Holy craaaaaaaaaaap. Fresh Blueberry pancakes with crispy home fries & cinnamon french toast. Ooh...tea too. The reading diner makes the BEST blueberry pancakes I've ever had so far. I love getting breakfast for dinner.

I'd rather not categorize it. I feel like there a lot of things that make me happy, and there are a few spots here & there where I feel very opposite. The point is that no matter what it is, I try to hold on to only the positive, and move forward with the best intentions, and the best spirit that I can.

Have a dance party in my bed at the end of the night, lately with Nicki Minaj.

Empathy is such a huge, general thing- I can honestly say I've felt empathy for a lot of people. I'm a very empathetic person. It's strange perhaps but one of the biggest people I've felt empathy towards was my mother, because we're a like in a lot of ways and can understand one another/our feelings/motivations. I won't go in depth to respect privacy but we teach each other a lot through who we are. But there have been a ton of people!

Honestly, the first thing that pops into my head is, Oh Jeez, this is ridiculously hard. Because, honestly, in my life I've been so fortunate to be surrounded by so many giving people. But following that, I first thought of Julian and just many nights this past summer that through making me laugh, or the simplest, kindest sort of action like knowing when to bring me a blanket even though I said I was okay because he knew me better or wanted to watch out for me, or staying up late for me at night until I went to sleep, or just doing any of that, was incredible. He's taken care of me, genuinely, and it fills me up with such happiness to have that.

Also, Lacey drew me a picture on the day I was going to report my rape in senior year. It gave me a lot of strength, and it still does. But, so many things come to mind with so many people...Sarah,Ray,Greg,my brother, etc. I'm a lucky girl.

And then you'll see a figure laying under the covers in bed and just when you think they are going to reveal a hot bod underneath, NOPE CHUCK TESTA.

This little insect fluttering about by the river today.

I can recall one extremely suggestive photo that I meant to be artistic years ago I took- and looking back at it I suppose I'd be embarrassed about it now. What I meant to do it like and what it turned out to be were completely separate things but I didn't distinguish that at that time because my true intentions were of artistic taste. Anything else I've done that seems suggestive I can't recall, except perhaps the photo with my blonde hair/red face marks/and hand prints painted on me but I've probably kept more on the artistic side since the first photograph I mentioned. Anything past that, although I see from what you've said your inquiries may be more just on the curious side, I still feel is nobody else's business and I don't need to answer either way.

Well isn't this a very awkward question. Actually, I honestly don't feel comfortable answering this at all...like why would you want to know that.

Not. I rarely ever have soda, and even if I do it's usually diet.

Yes. In some ways, I always will.

No, I wouldn't say they are old fashioned. They can be a bit wild, but it's fun.

By getting ready, I assume you mean shower/get dressed/and all of that. Just that alone can take me about twenty minutes maybe at the most. But I wait awhile after waking up to actually get ready so.