First of all, was there an update that i missed cause my blog is a mess @ A @ ;;;
Also, ive been tagged, blah blah blah rules, alright!
1)What favorite genre of music do you listen to?
Uhhhh, bluh, like i cant get much into this cause im not so sure what type it is. Death core?? I guess. Idk i like screaming and stuff.
2)Star wars, Star trek, or Doctor Who? Uhhh doctor who i guess
3)what superpower would you have? bucket hands , ejecting poop on your opponent, or the ability to lump on someone.
The ability to lump on someone òuó
4)If you were a man would you date girls or work at a gay bar? (where all the men are...) (I'm sorry, not regretful... :I )
If I was a man, i'll do both, like, girls are cute, and guys are ok.
5) Your favorite doctor... any doctor~ (any doctor from any show.)
I dont watch doctor who tbh. Im lame :/
6)This statement is false. therefore it must be true, but it's false. but it's true, but false. Is this statement false? or true?
7)What furniture would you like to be today?
A floral couch with ruffles and many cat babbies sleeping on me ;7;
8)Time to get a life. First You need to get a husband and tell him to cook for you, what does he cook? second, look out side, what do you see? thirdly, reject awful cuisine, and throw it at the thing outside, what did you just do?, please answer in a story like way... ENTERTAIN ME.
Tired and hungry, i just clocked out of work and was making my way towards my home. Where i'd be welcomed by my husband and given his meal that he'd just prepared.
"I'm home!" I shouted, closing the front door as i came into my house. Settling down my breifcase and took my jacket off. I walked into the kitchen "whats for dinner?" I asked my husband. He didn't respond.
Instead his back was turned to me, he didn't move. I mean how could he? He was merely a banana.
"No dinner?" I asked, getting frustrated from the lack of food. Not once has my husband ever made a dish i've requested. Grabbing the empty plate that was settled our kitchen table. I threw it out the window, having it shatter on our lawns carpet.
"I'm sick of your lies." I muttered through clenched teeth. My banana husband just laid there, mocking me.
9)If women grew beards and mustaches, but where bold, and if men grew long hair, but can't cut it, what gender would you be?
You're asking me about gender? Sheesh, i cant even make my mind if i want to transition or not.
10) I will now give you a scenario.... the time is 1940, you are a recruit in the British forces, but have little experience in fighting. You are also a woman, who disguised yourself to help your poor father, just before the war. Where you are, is kind of hard to tell; your in a bunker, with 2 other men, and there seems to be a bit of bomb shelling and yelling, outside. You had just gone into the field to help a fellow chap, but was wounded in action by a grenade blow. The bunker you're in, is where the medics are... your torso is covered with a few grenade fragments, and have to get surgery... oh. no. it seems the two men have reviled your true identity (all they did was loosen the cloth that helped flatten your chest) what do you do now?
I read turtle at first and got confused.
What i'd do is nothing, I mean i came this far and if these men and i havent gone along nor have earned respect for each other. Then what can i do?
Playing: Project Diva F
Eating: Japanese milk candy~ uwu
Drinking: apple juice :L