January 2011
My only chance to be on television is if I die and...
Day ten: One Confession
I’m terrified of the dark.
My parents are sick.
“Sam, when we moved into our first apartment together, we didn’t have cable. All we watched were B…maybe C list movies on those VHS tapes. Oh, FRANK! Do you remember that one called Faces of Death?” - My mom.
Faces of death. Oh. my. God. I had to hold onto the arm of my seat.
day nine: two smileys that describe your life...
;)
:o
Is it possible for my conscience to catch up with...
Gustav and I are hanging out watching Empire...
Something is missing though…
suspendedlikespirits:
Alkaline Trio - Every Thug...
day eight: three turn ons.
Hands. Unf. I’m fond of hands that look like they’ve been worked: painter’s hands covered in ink and acrylic, guitarists hands calloused and scratched. Yet, at the same time, I like small, soft, delicate hands with rosy pink polished nails.
Piercings. But I do not mean more than one, or an excessive amount. Lip rings, nose rings, eyebrow rings.
Sensitivity.
day seven: four turn offs.
Bad breath
A strong inclination to cling
As Joanna wrote, “condescension and pretense”
A lack of culture
