You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
There are mountains, there are molehills, and there’s my family: a f-cking tsunami. #dailysnark

…actually, why not?
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
There are mountains, there are molehills, and there’s my family: a f-cking tsunami. #dailysnark
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
Are you a genie?
Because this feels like one of those trick questions… #dailysnark
Do you believe in fate/destiny?
Some coincidences are far too coincidental. No idea what that is, but it keeps on happening.
#whatjusthappened
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
Back when you didn’t want to stop the planet and get off. #dailyscream
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
Shakespeare for a day:
Meet Kit Marlowe.
Find out what Elizabeth I was like.
Write a groundbreaking play.
Quaff and Brawl and Sing Raucous Songs.
Court Miss Hathaway and talk about Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo and ruin the entire timeline.
#hehe
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