YAY!  You guys are asking me questions!  YAYAYAYAY!

Here are answers to the most recent crop a few.  (Sorry, I meant to be able to get through them all. But it turns out four hours of slightly inebriated sleep is not quite enough. I’m dragging and I need to nap.)

Greta:  Would you ever consider finishing your VFFF, or better yet, starting a new one?

I would.  I SHOULD.  I want to.  It was fun! 

It was a pain in the ass, too, but still.

I need to locate my camera (it’s been missing for months; I had to borrow my brother’s to shoot most of the VFFF stuff before.)  I could use an extra chunk of motivation to keep myself on track, food-wise.  I’ve kind of been thinking about an excuse to start this up again.  You have provided the perfect one!  Thank you, Greta.

The next batch of questions is from my Itty.  Who lives to make me huff indignantly while suppressing a grin, it seems. (: Luff u <3

1 – do you ever consider using a very small vacuum cleaner to hoover your computer keyboard? Hahahahahaha! You said “hoover.”  You’re so cute and British!

two – have you ever, or would you ever, chuck an alcoholic drink in someone’s face because they’re being retarded?  I haven’t (that I can remember…)  I think I would consider it something of a personal failure if I ever had to, though.  I pride myself on being able to reduce people to tears with only my words.  If I had to throw a drink to make a point, it would mean I failed at making that person want to die with my venomous words alone. 

c – all art is completely useless. discuss.  Tsk.

iv – if you had to choose between chocolate and vanilla for the rest of ever, which would you choose, and why? please give a vast amount of detail.  I’m going to answer this one while answering the previous question. (I’m doing an interpretive dance about the chocolate/vanilla debate, you just can’t see it. It’s really quite good.)

*high-five* – how are you? I’m tired.  VERY tired. I went out last night. Anne took me to dinner, then we met up with Harrison and Jackson and went out for drinks.  Shot names never fail to amuse me, btw… Mainly because they allow me to say things like “I had a dirty girl scout last night.” Now I’m trying to figure a magical way to nap before going in to work.  Magic is necessary because I don’t have a bed. 

Seis – is calvin and hobbes a social commentary, or an excuse for silliness?  WEIRD.  Harrison and I were just talking about Calvin and Hobbes.  We dog-eared so many Calvin and Hobbes collections.  Man, what a great comic.

Oh, anyway, it’s BOTH.  Duh!

Se7en – will you make me a cup of tea?  Of course!  But I don’t have any honey, honey.  I have agave nectar.  Or sugar.  Or, hey, wait, my dad might have honey. Yes, he does.  We’re all set. 

(I can’t believe I actually shouted and asked my father if he had honey.  I’m clearly very, very tired.)