Questionnaire No.1

My ex…: brain misses me.
Maybe I should…: find it and make up with it.
I love…: taking my clothes off.
People would say that I’m…: not listening to what they say.
I don’t understand…: why we need to understand every fucking little thing.
When I wake up in the morning…: it’s already noon.
Life is full of…: clichés.
My past is…: always there for me.
Parties are…: some groups of old men trying to convince us to vote for them.
I wish…: I would find Alladin’s lamp, so I could keep on wishing.
Tomorrow…: will be a miraculous day or not, depending on my decision.
I have low tolerance…: for work.
I am totally terrified of…: moths, storms and the day I have to pay the rent.
If I had a million dollars…: I would be rich. That would be bad, because I also have low tolerance for rich people.
I am…: whatever I want to be.
My home is…: uncertain yet.
My best friend…: is I.
My parents taught me…: all kinds of things in vain.
Every day…: is followed by night.
My life…: is exactly how I make it.
If I found out my ex was gay…: I would pat him on the shoulder.
Boys are…: those stupid amusing creatures which have not turned into men yet.
Girls are…: those adorable and wonderful creatures which have not turned into hysterical frustrated bitches yet.
I hate people who…: think I am capable of hate.
Last November…: was a long time ago.
Hickory Dickory Dock…: I’d like to suck a clock.
I love it when…: everything is upside down.
I work…: not.
God…: Gorgeous Onyrical Dog
Jesus…: Jaded Enthusiastic Son Uf Satan
Buddha…: Bothersome Ugly Deluded Domestic Hilarious Architect
My dream last night…: involved a lot of liquids.
My first thought waking up…: geez, I probably have to step out of the bed now.
Today I ate…: too little again.
Sometimes I swear…: I see little spirits of the woods dancing around my head and singing indecent songs.
As a child, I…: wished I would grow up and be like this.
The world could do with less…: ditches. And stitches. And bitches.