she asks some questions.
you answer them.
grab the button.
then link up.
do it.do it.do it.
1. what is your favorite kind of coffee? iced? hot? frappe? or are you tea kind of person?
uhh duh. iced.
only because i'm incredibly fucking impatient and i don't like having to wait for hot coffee to cool down.
2. what is your dream computer/laptop? and what kind are you using now?
i think i would like something like this:
via neon punch
something with a screen so large that i could watch porn and let everyone else in the background behind me enjoy it as well. plus it looks sleek and seems like it should be in a spaceship. and i love spaceships. currently, i'm rocking a laptop. a gateway. it's name is the barnacle.
3. have you ever regretted a blog post? what did you say?
i haven't. what's the point? if someone doesn't like my shit - then don't fucking read it.
4. what is your favorite book?
worst.question.ever. because there's too many. anything by gillian flynn. i.e. sharp objects, dark places, gone girl. a tree grows in brooklynn. invisible monsters. gone with the wind. lolita.
ok, i'll stop. i could go on forever.
5. what's in your bag (pictures too please)?
everything in the world. at least i'd like to think.
currently - three books, two sets of headphones, a charger, two wallets, a pair of underwear, vitamins, cough drops, night-time sinus medicine, six chapsticks, two lotions, body spray, various garbage receipts, etc. i could go on and on. because it's a fucking war zone in there.
p.s. i didn't feel like taking a picture of all the shit inside my purse. but here's a post i did about its contents once. nothing has really changed. except i took the bread out.
