of course they do. they might be starving, but they´re not stupid.
erm, actually, yes! earvin johnson jr. definetely is one of the most gifted, if not even the best basketball player of all times. he even dominated this game after diagnosed HIV, and does a lot of amazing things after having retired from sports. what is there not to believe in?!
not that i would have a clue about this, but is doing crack still a thing? i thought it´s a fossil only found in muddy houses on devastated blocks in late 70s major cities´ ghettos, or in movies starring christian bale. i don´t have it, but you´ll soon find new friends when asking the exact same question in the park (pretty much any park). just stick to the sketchy dudes.
thanks for reminding me. it´s tough. the more often you feel this heavy grey curtain lulling your mind with slothfulness and resignation, the harder it gets to maintain your own standards. at the same time there´s so much crazy stuff out there (bagel shops, night bike rides, blogs, …) that can make a fresh breeze blast around your forehead, and serve as a wake-up (or don´t-fall-asleep) call. it´s still there, even if sometimes smothered in piles of excreta. it often just takes on single piece of paper to draw on, and it´s back! eternally fifteen (or nineteen)!
seeing dad having shaved his full beard scared the shit out of me, i think by the time i just couldn´t tell what happened, and it was the most confusing thing to me. who WAS he?! speaking of my dad: i was very much likely born because he and the person who would later be introduced to me as “mother” had intercourse and didn´t really pay attention to safer sex (although it wasn´t all about “safety” in particular but more about not having to buy even more bread, nappies and candy). and thanks for the “babe”, though i don´t get why.
no, it´s just fantasy.
it depends on the perspective, either what you look at first (hands/ nose/ sway back/ …), what´s the top of it (most likely a brow?), or what you feel first (forehand/ fist/ bad breath/ …). the first person ever seeing my body probably has seen/grabbed my naked head first, that´s where both my body and my life technically began i guess.
umm, i really don´t know, but i am not sure if i want to. telling from your facial expression it could be all weird, like me dressed up (of course up above only) as an ugly giant fuzzy bear covered with cream cake relics, and harassing senior men by calling them names and performing explicit motion. or do you mean technically? i guess you just lay down, fall asleep, wait til you´re in the REM stage, and then wait til i apparate?
the front seat is better in a/c and radio proximity, and kickin´. you should also know that the back seat is the black seat, and better for sittin´. good point: the back seat isn´t occupied by one of these highly bothersome spotty douches. front? back? front? back? gotta make your mind up! checked the age of the driver? if it´s only 13, the only seat you´ll be sitting in is the back of a police cruiser.
you´re a different person, we´re not even twins. and if you were me, i would most likely be you in exchange, and therefore i don´t like the idea at all. the fact that you want to be me instead arouses suspicion that being you is not the state to be nor very satisfying. i don´t want to be you, you can´t be me. end of story.
