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Do you remember the first Character you created that you kept? Meaning you didn't trash the idea.

Do you remember the first Character you created that you kept? Meaning you didn't trash the idea.

Answer here

Would you rather be really hot or really cold?

Definitely hot! I don't handle cold weather very well, although it's not as bad if your in a place that has less humidity.

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What was the worst job you've ever had?

Dish washing at a seafood restaurant.Dirty!

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What's the furthest you've ever traveled?

Australia.

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If you had to give up one favorite food, what would the most difficult?

Fish of any sort.

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What's your favorite sport?

Surfing when its considered a sport otherwise soccer/futbol.

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So I read your little story...can you tell us more about this naked passed out mom on the floor?

She was covered in my father 's blood that i would later find out was from his favorite pipe that she slammed on a table and broke to use as a weapon cutting him with. You should have met her back then promised her tons of money and cars, you could have got her off of our hands.

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What one thing are you exceptionally bad at?

Being happy.

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What's your earliest memory?

I was 3 years old when i was awakened by my parents whom were in a serious fight. I walked out of my room while rubbing my eys from sleepiness to inquisition what was happening.Upon opening the door ,immediately stepping into the battlefield,my feet being stabbed with shards of porcelain and glass. I screamed ,squeezing my tiny fists from the intensity of the excruciating pain. My father covered in blood himself, ran from behind the kitchen bar. Quickly scooping me up from the shard covered floor. He carried me into the the bathroom next to my room , sat me on the toilet seat cover. It's there that i temporarily forgot about the pain i was in because my father was head to toe drenched in blood and crying. This was something i had never seen at the time. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I hurt my little baby, oh god ,please listen I'm so sorry!" he whimpered as the snot and tears splashed on to my twig like legs. My mother not even a minute later began to pound on the door,insanely drunken, screaming, "You open this muther-fucking door you pieces of shit!" I started to scream again. I was afraid of her, somehow I remember feeling intense fear from only her at this age.

As she continued to try and break the door down while yelling out every threat and curse known to man, my father was nervously tearing through the closet and medicine cabinet. He kept mumbling, "I'm so sorry Shae, I'm so sorry!" I thought at some point for sure she would break down the feeble door separating my father and I from our last breath. He finally finds tweezers ,gauze, alcohol and bandages. Promising me he will take me away, get me away from her and still apologizing frantically

At some point, i realized all of the blood leaking from the bottoms of my feet.I wasn't afraid of that. I believe i was numb from the fear, seeing my father so disheveled and coated in ever dripping blood from his forehead ,arms torso,back,and shins.

He faces me. With shaking hands wipes tears from my face and says, "This is going to hurt, but i have to get the glass out of your feet, Okay? " I trusted him I also could see the scared shit-less look in his eyes as he grasped on to the first piece and started to pull back. We remained there, him on the bathroom floor removing glass and god knows what from his only child's 3 year old feet and I squirming with each sharp wisp of a tug, for an hour or so I believe. My mother had given up at some point, but that didnt mean anything once we opened the door.

Once my feet were sterilized and wrapped in bandages,my father placed his hands around my weak arms and demands i stay put, no matter what i hear. And if she makes in this room to run, no matter what pain I'm in, to run!!!

I thought I'd never see him again. Thankfully my evil mother had blacked out and passed out naked in the living room floor. After a few minutes my father returned to me with my small Dalmation doggy back pack and a military issued bag of his own. Once again scooping me up . I was exhausted. I faintly remember feeling safe, like it was okay to go to sleep. He buckled me up in my car seat,i heard the engine crank. he placed a pair of sun glasses over my weary eyes. I felt the wind,and smelt the ocean.I fell asleep.

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Are you more of a talker or more of a listener?

That depends on my mood totally. If i am nervous i talk to much . if i'm chill and comfortable I'm typically quite and listening to everything around me.

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your answers are never interesting. I don't love you anymore

Seriously? That would be the second time you've said this. So don't pay attention to me if u don't fancy my fucking answers.

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When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

An Attorney.

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If you had to throw away either your TV or your computer, which would you choose?

TV

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Who's the most overrated athlete?

Michael jordan

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Who's ya favourite British rapper??

Oh, shit Rusty ya found me here did ya? I still have to say Tricky when it boils down to it. But now that you reminded me of artist's that have fallen from my ears for a hot minute and opened them to otha's. We'll see how quick that choice may be changed.
Luv,The Memzi.

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Anita Baker

Broken hearts mean nothing these days do they? So, all the pain of unending tears childlike rants full of childless rant, means nothing? It''s all about the money and how much or how less money one has in their pocket? Well, let me tell you , that I would be the happiest lady on the planet ,poor as shit with someone I could look in the eyes every day ,several times a day and I knew as well as they knew, this is life, this is love, this is ....they kiss our asses!! We will love and die in love!!!!!!

A little over a week ago I cut myself with ,and without hesitation.This of course stirred worries among a few groups of humans.Only becuase, as I realized, what I had done, I was vocalising it, on the internet. This was me to the fullest.And for those of you whom thought this was a simple plot to gain attention, well sirs,i must apologize for your assumptions. I remain in constant unexplainable pain. I shake.I ache in ways not even an H addict would understand the feel of. Migraines and tension all through out my body at random times. All through out every second of the day. My chest implodes with pressure several times a day. So, I am finally telling anyone and everyone who I am inside with all the peace signs and hugs I may give I 'm constantly dying inside.I wish you well always, everyday, you loving people.This is not to be confused with a goodbye letter. This is me being upset and pissed having to recite the truth again, because some assholes or people that do not do take well, the truth from people they do not know face to face know.

Pieces of Later.

Mem

Interested in an affair with a married man? Call me

Have you lost your fucking mind???????? You are disgusting!

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i want you to read this. maybe it will give you peace and maybe it won't. but, please, know that you are loved. http://areason.org/

Thank you.

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How many times has your pussy ass failed at killing yourself?

26 x 365 + 325=

26 years x
365 days+
325 days=
approx. 9815 times

counting leap year days =9823 times

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Why do you use chopsticks,do you think it makes you special?

I learned how to use chopsticks about the same time i was taught to use forks and spoons.It comes just as natural to me. Chop sticks are more efficient for a lot of foods i tend to eat.

Obviously,I'll need a nicely sharpened steak knife for a bloody slice of bovine. But I'll still use sticks to eat it with.

And no, using CS's is the last thing that would make me feel special.

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Ring of Fire.. at it again!!

JAPAN...
CHILE..
Tsunami's


I don't know about you guys, but I care for a lot of people who are in the Pacific right now and have been for weeks or their entire lives. Doing what? Surfing. Fishing.Living.

Some, live there,on many islands and countries that have, and will be affected by the Ring of Fire awakening again.There is no disputing that!!

Many of us were awakened this morning by the Bouy Alarm(International Waters and Coastal Surf Report) with news that the Earthquakes did not stop with yesterdays Okinawa 7.0.This early mornings Chile 8.8 so far has only been known to take 123* lives. But considering its depth or lack there of, the shock wave it will send through the Pacific Ocean floor could butcher populations of many low lying islands in the Pacific. Considering everyone whom are or were sleeping.

Not only that, as I'm sure most of us are aware this is a major chain reaction. We may look and laugh at the day now, and say "Aw, this is nothing." But there is is a" tomorrow" or a" next hour" and we know nothing of it, yet.



*lives taken at the time

So Far Away?

Your voice carrying my feet which each unsure step.

The piano keys my thoughts creating the map to my pool of tears.
I wander alone waiting for you to arrive.

The days pass as the nights collapse.
As I remain gratefully invested in what our time,once together shall become.

All of these questions unanswered swimming madly though this mind.
How much more will it take to prove to you , your mine?

With all the walks through life that we take,
how do you know when it's right for the love you make ?

How long is too long?
When does it stop?

Then taking my hand to say,
You've always felt the same.

The tears dry up and the smiles begin.
The dreams on both sides come true.

So hard to believe, even for you, even for me.