teakay: (Im Yong Su poses in his sleep)
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I ate out and then computed.
teakay: (Default)
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Assuming this is a voluntary thing, I'd get them to beta-read for me (and to do this I'd have them bone up on my fandom of the moment), and possibly make very small tithes. If there were any good writers in the bunch, I'd set up a personal kink meme. If there were any good artists, I'd get them to do fanart. If there were any good programmers and designers, I'd get them to do the spinoff video games I keep irrationally visualizing. And while I'm at it, I'd like one of them to get me an iPod.
teakay: (Ovelia Horoscope)
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... some win that would be. Congratulate me, will you?

I suppose then would be a good time to set up my own charity, with lots of overhead. Or, slightly less questionably, give it to my parents and persuade them to raise my allowance.
teakay: (Ovelia Horoscope)
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Right now I'm kind of out of the habit of cooking, and I don't mind at all letting other people do it for me. This afternoon was a family cooperative effort, so - compromise, I suppose.
teakay: (Ovelia Horoscope)
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Well, if I knew, I'd play the lottery for a really big jackpot. After that, assuming of course that hundreds of other people with similar knowledge didn't happen to pick the same lottery, I'd have oodles of options. I know money can't buy happiness and all that, but it would probably be of help.
teakay: (Cyric the Mad)
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Pragmatically speaking, teleportation. Flying might be more fun but it'd also be more precarious. And I'd save on bus fare and never have to get a driver's license, yay.
teakay: (Queklain Horoscope)
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My immediate reaction was slugs, which is probably irrational, but I'm going with it. If one was actually shoved in my face it wouldn't be as bad as, say, a shark, but they just really bang on my amygdala and my revulsion center.

I remember in elementary school I went to a day camp in a redwood forest that was crawling with the things (specifically the banana variety) and a running joke was kissing them and one of the frequent songs was a love song to banana slugs. Yeah, I didn't really like that camp. They might keep the forest running, but keep them the hell away from me. I'm such a stereotypical girl.
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