If you could move anywhere for a year, where would it be? -lanelondon U.K., because i could probably pull off being an actor. though landing roles as a middle-easterner with a canadian accent might be difficult. oh and dom would come with, of course. and he's cool with that.
What is your favorite chocolatey treat?
purdy's hedgehog truffles
What's the highest number of consecutive orgasms you've had (or even better, did you lose count)?!
*sigh* i wish man! i have yet to reach the level of multiple orgasms, but then again, i also have yet to try tantric...
Apples or oranges? Mangos or avocados? Kiwi or strawberries?
kiwi, mangos and apples (in that order).
nk demands: When are you getting out of Ottawa?
the airplane will take off the minute i toss my fucking graduation tassle.
fernando asks Regular panties or thongs?
panties panties panties panties. not granny panties not baggy panties but not thongs. just regular fucking panties. no offense to thongs or anything, they can be quite helpful in the prevention of VPL, but past that, who actually finds them comfortable? don't believe the whores who say they don't feel a thing. they just need something to floss their butts with. dirty whores.
the pants inquires, best karaoke song?
i will survive, gloria gaynor, of course!
would you rather be a famous writer or a rockstar? - the tonester
i was born a rockstar. just ask my sister. i outgrew it when i started taking things too seriously at around the age of 7. rockstars are not allowed to take things seriously and as such, i lost my rights to rocksterdom. which is a shame, because that's where i belong.
through my blog, silly academic papers, and my contributions to the fulcrum, i am inching towards writerdom, but it is totally not where i want to be. writers just don't dress anywhere near as well. and they don't have enough attitude. and they don't do enough coke.
Would you rip your own thumb off to escape from a pair of handcuffs and save your life? -maureen
of course, wouldn't you? jeez.
Why is your shirt so small? - hannah
Do you ever wonder why people ask questions that don't make any sense (like the one above)? - loch ness muncher
yeah. then i realized she was probably making fun of my huge head (well, what else could it possibly mean? it's just so nonsensical) and then i NEVER TALKED TO HER EVER AGAIN.
which came first, the chicken or the egg??? -aaron
xenu. also: we should stop giving chickens anti-depressants.
shizzle forces me to contemplate: Do you believe that in our North American society, we are truly "free" ?
yes, but only to a certain degree. philosophers hold such utopian standards for freedom, and because we are flawed, it is hopeless to assume that we will ever reach that level of perfection. our political systems will always reflect our inferiority. it's about time we got over it and just focused on the baby steps.
mel: are you going to answer these questions?
if you're going to be this smart-assish as news editor next year, we're gonna have problems, melly. i'm warning you now.
asad proposes, what's your favorite dream ?
the one where everything is made of chocolate. except it wasn't me who dreamt it, it was homer simpson, but holy crap, that would be awesome.
jay-bloggah wants to know, What music are you listening to right now?
the knife's silent shout, which i reviewed for the fulcrum (it will be up shortly, as well as another post regarding my creepy love for the singer).
mikey actually proposes: will you marry me?
that depends, are you secretly my bf?
err maybe i shouldn't have gone for it all just yet...
a ring would've been nice, too.
