Video games.

Rugrats. "The 90's Are All That" = yes.

Everywhere. I'd probably exploit myself to earn extra cash.

Coke from McDonald's. Their syrup/water combination is perfect.

Everything, but only if it was engulfed in flames at one point.

My inspiration has been pulling from the 40's and 70's, so I'm really curious about those decades. I would really love to see the 80's and 90's as an adult. I'd love to experience great music and film first hand. That would be amazing.

I'd rather leave inconspicuous graffiti.

I hate dealing with infestations. Bugs in the summer, mice in the winter. I am half tempted to buy an everything-proof safe and filling it with MRE's.

Squirrley. Which just so happens to be my username in Puzzle Pirates, the only MMORPG I play. (Look for me on Viridian Ocean!) n_n

http://www.puzzlepirates.com/about.xhtml
http://apps.facebook.com/puzzlepirates/

Fresh air. The changing of seasons, the differences in environment, nature. (Lake air, meadow air, city air, etc.)

In the spring, I love how the world is full of the scent of everything in bloom... you can almost smell everything growing.

In the summer I especially love the scent of freshly mowed grass, an oncoming storm, or the bitter scent of rain on hot asphalt.

In autumn it's the scent of nature mummifying itself, the plants succumbing to the long, frigid nights. If I could make a candle representing Halloween, it would smell of Reese's and shaving cream.

In the winter I love how it gets so cold that the atmosphere feels thinner, making it feel as though you can fill your lungs with the iciness of the stars.

I thought about this a couple of weeks ago when I was at my pseudo-grandfather's wake/funeral, but more like, "What song is so quintessentially me that I would want it played at my own funeral".

There are so many songs out there I could use and the only one my tired brain can ever think of is "If We Hold On Together" by Diana Ross, mostly because of the nostalgia goggles I have for The Land Before Time. However, hearing the song as an adult switched something in my head (despite the religious undertones) and it turned out it was advice I really needed to hear at this demented point in my life.

Another one would be "MMMBop" by Hanson. Before you laugh too much at that, take the time to actually look up the lyrics, forget about the Hanson-hysteria shit from the late 90's and read it like it's a poem out of a high school's literary magazine.

This really just scratches the surface. I would love to compile a soundtrack that represent milestones in my life but no one would be interested in hearing that but me. *shrugs*

I will try any food. I love to mess with flavors while cooking, like putting a savory twist on something sweet or vice-versa.

Sweet or savory doesn't matter to me. I prefer weird or untested.

Yes.

"A personal computer is any general-purpose computer whose size, capabilities, and original sales price make it useful for individuals, and which is intended to be operated directly by an end-user with no intervening computer operator." - Wikipedia

Therefore, this question makes no sense. I think, Formspring, you wanted to ask: "Which operating system is your personal favorite?" or "Would you rather use a Mac, Windows, or Linux operating system?"

And to that I answer: I use what I can get as long as it works.

Oh man. I've been thinking about this forever. My spine tattooed over my spine, something inspired by Spyro the Dragon, Mushroom Kingdom, or just nostalgic gaming in general, and maybe something from The Land Before Time. TOO MANY IDEAS.

I need a job to get money for these. T^T

BARBEQUE. I am in love with cooking animal-meats over a roaring inferno of radiating charcoal. It's manly. Makes me feel all tuff and junk. <3

Britney Spears, only because I think she's had more fist fight experience.

it has stuff. and you can do mostly anything without fear in a way, unless you are already afraid of everything like me. i wish our food laws were like other countries though. everything here is so processed and homogenized.

Pff, NOTHING. We rarely even get trick-or-treaters anymore. But the city does a great job at hiding domestic violence. Oh, and a cop that used to babysit my sister and me shot himself back in February. And that one girl lied about being raped back in 2008. And I guess someone exploded a port-a-potty recently. At least the last one is a little amusing. This city is depressing. Quiet, but depressing.