I will never: dye my hair pink.
I am: the woman of Jemaine Clement’s dreams. He just hasn’t figured it out yet.
I wish: I hadn’t given my phone a shower this morning.
The craziest: people are usually my favorites.
The silliest: thing I’ve done today involved singing Combat Baby to a stranger at a stoplight. He approved.
Why: did Tumblr choose Graphic Designer Blue-Gray as the background color for the Dashboard? I mean, I love you Tumblr, but srsly?
I love: real hugs. Not those awkward only-embracing-you-out-of-politeness hugs; I’m talking about squeezy, familiar hugs that you know are sincere.
I hate: laptops that only have the little nubby mouse controller (yes, bitch, that’s the technical term).
I cannot stand: styrofoam.
I will always: look back on the young days of deviantART and smile. In 2002, that place was the shiznit.
I have: very little patience and even less grace.
I need: a snack. Hungreh!
I still: lose faith in my abilities often.
I fear: moving backwards.
I turned down: a photo gig recently.
I kissed: both too much and not enough.
I might: be only the sum of parts of thousands of strangers.
I used to: be the fucking Queen of the Kickball Fields!
I should have: eaten sushi a long time before I actually did.
I do not understand: how in the hell the Windows XP initialization wizard music is fitting in so nicely with the Imogen Heap I’m listening to?!
I am not: capable of driving forty miles per hour on the highway unless I’m forced to by traffic.
