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9:Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.HAHA, uh. If you mean literally little things (both because it’s so insignificant and stupid and also because there is almost nothing I’m that jazzed about), I really appreciate that my ONE canine tooth (the other one is still a baby toof and who knows if it will ever go away) is really pointy. I’ve always thought that was cool. I assume the other one, should it ever appear, will be just as neat looking.It may, however, create an interesting shift in mouth, though, as I currently have a slight crossbite because I don’t have the other, larger canine to properly center my teeth. But for now, I’ll just pretend it’s another monster fang.38:Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.There’s actually like a collection of songs that I don’t like but when I hear them, they feel like being at Jack’s house. The only one of those songs that I could name for you, though, is “Uptown Funk”. The other ones are just like “those Maroon Fives” or “the Jamie song”.The best one, though, is the one I actually like which is, obviously, “Shut Up And Dance” which is something that we started obsessing over independently, then together, then more when we realized it was a perfect Hans/Anna song, now it’s just Our Song and really our only ~*our song*~ in the twelve and a half years we’ve known each other.Also, right now is Christmas Music Season and I’m nonstop playing all of my Christmas stations and mixes and almost all of it reminds me, to some degree, of my mom. The ones that make it particularly tough are the Christmas song from Veggie Tales, “Christmas Is All Around”, and anything that’s John Denver & The Muppets. My mom is the fucking worst.39:Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.I kind of already did this one but since I made it all about Archbishop Terriborn, I can say in other terms, I guess, what I wish I’d known. Which is something that ties in with my “something I wish I could stop doing”, I guess, and that’s that I wish I’d known, sooner, that it’s okay to say no to people. It’s okay not to bend over backwards to help everyone I know and that doing so for the entirety of my twenties is going to land me as a very sad almost late-twenty-something who lives at home with her crazy, miserable father and is also miserable and crazy but thankfully in a completely different sort of way.I guess, actually, what I wish I’d known was which people that I met through Repo! were going to Mean Something and which ones were just going to be a waste of my life. I wish I’d known that when I met all of them, that so many of them would be nothing but a waste of my all the Good Stuff I have to offer.
















