Your favorite myth: That there is such a thing as a happy ending (I am so gawffic, I shit spiders)
Your favorite god: At the moment Kevin and Michael both lay claim to the title of 'god'. Both also lay claim to the title of being Tish's 'daddy' (not in that way, you sicko). This is leading to some confusion. Tish has more 'parents' than anyone alive. This amuses me. That said, I think Kevin wins.
Your favorite serial killer: my_left_toe. Uh, I mean... NOT my_left_toe. Whew. Good save, Jenni.
Your favorite body organ: The kidney. It serves a useful purpose, my dad makes his living off of them (ours is the house that piss built), and they sell like hotcakes on the black market. You didn't hear that.
Your favorite body part: Hands. They're cool. I like bodies in general, though. I scare the students around me in my people-watching.
Your favorite author: Not a clue. At the moment, Orson Scott Card because I FINALLY got around to reading Ender's Game (yeah, I'm a disgrace to geeks everywhere) a week or so ago and I enjoyed it.
Your favorite obsession: My obsessions tend to take over and destroy my soul bit by bit, so I can't really say I enjoy them, much less that I have a favorite. At the moment, I want to say losing weight, but since I don't seem to be doing much about that, I can't really say it counts as an obsession. I am a lump. I am, however, damned good at being a lump.
Your favorite number: I've found 20 to be a good, solid and faithful number.
Your favorite excuse: I don't care.
Your favorite emotion: I've found murderous rage to be QUITE fun. But I don't think I'd want to feel that all the time. That twitchy feeling I get when I haven't slept more than 3 hours a day for a week and I'm starting to see and hear things that aren't there and my words stop making sense... that's kind of fun.
Your favorite drug: Speed (stop looking at me like that. Can you imagine what I'd be like if I actually DID speed? Dear god. I already practically glow in the dark if I so much as look at a can of Mt. Dew...)
Your favorite drink: Water. When I need high doses of refined sugar and caffeine, Vanilla Coke.
Your favorite place: My car, during late 2001/early 2002, in the Career Center parking lot, during lunch. I'm a bit picky on this.
Your favorite unattainable object: Beauty. I suppose that's more an ideal than an actual object. Hrm. Oh well. I don't care!
Your favorite regret: Depends on my mood. At the moment, that I did the angsty-goth phase rather than pay attention to my schoolwork in high school. Sometimes it's that I didn't suceed in killing myself, sometimes that I ended ML, and sometimes it's something as simple as not beating the unholy shit out of Emily/my brother/Eric when I should have. I have a very long list of little regrets, as I can remember almost every stupid thing I have ever said or done, as well as the consequences of said stupid thing.
Your favorite thing to hate: Myself. Easy, easy target.
Your favorite paranoia: Spiders. GOD I HATE SPIDERS. (I'm a failed goth. *sob*) That, and people looking at me.
Your favorite way to die: I'm a sharp-pointy-implements-opening-veins kinda girl.
Your favorite insecurity: That people see me the way I do.
Your new favorite favorite: My English professor. He rocks.
Your favorite frustration: WHYCANT'TIDRAWTHISI'VEDRAWNMOREDIFFICULT