Raum, Batibat, Azazel, Pythius
raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what?Nope, not really! In college I actually had the least possessions of everyone I knew. I don’t like “stuff”, things that don’t have some reason to be had.
batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever hadTime to pick one… Well. There was one fairly recently where my boyfriend and I were supposed to go to some house party or event together. He showed up significantly late and drunk, then proceeded to get more to drink. (Remember how I had that serious drinking anxiety? Yeah…) Then when I tried to talk to him about it and be like “what is going on”, he laughed at me and ignored me. Then he went next door and did drugs??? Idk I woke up then and was like…not okay. Immediately texted him and was like “help a dream gave me anxiety”. Almost had a panic attack in bed, how fun! It sounds silly now but so many of my issues rolled into one nightmare.
azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for somethingHmmmmm. I’m really trying to think of a time. This really doesn’t happen often because I’m so open and I stay away from drama haha. Sorry I don’t have a juicy answer for this!
pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite?OHHHHH what a question!! Very clever.I really don’t lie often, 50/50 for moral reasons and because I absolutely suck at it. My favorite lie happened during my last week at Uniqlo. One of the associates was acting strange, so all day long I’d been joke-accusing her of being high at work. Part 1 of this glorious lie was telling her that we, as a leadership team, decided she would need to submit a urine sample. For some wild reason she believed it??? and like fell to the ground giggling. So after that she was like “why don’t you go pick on [other associate], he was with me last night”. Why not, right? It was great, because he was so confident: “I’m not on drugs. I didn’t do anything last night. I seriously didn’t.” Well, in the middle of our conversation, the assistant manager asked me a question on the walkie. Part 2 of the beautiful lie: I answered him, then turned to the associate and told him, “That was management. When do you get back from break? 12:45? Great, we need to see you in the office at 12:45 to talk about this.” Poor guy nearly peed his pants.Gosh that was extremely fun.











