Who Are You?:
miss amanda brown
Where Are You?: 180 miles north of Cuba.
What Are You?: confused, most of the time.
What do you make?: Out, preferrably but lately there's been a lot of in.
What do you love?: I love a lot actually. It's just keeping those things around and as shiny as when I first saw them that proves to be the challenge.
What do you hate?: I hate a lot more actually. Best to be discrening but certain nicknames let you know you've taken skepticism too far. -Razor Tongue
What do you listen to?: metric mile, arcade fire, mum, lali puna, the dears, my second and third thoughts
What do you watch?: I watch attempts being made and tivo.
What do you drink?: honestly champagne, if the stigma wasn't so pervasive. i get by with beer, wine and on late nights, scotch.
What do you smoke?: Nothing,smoking makes me feel closer to dying and I need more time.
What do you take?: Not enough, truly, I was raised by a schoool teacher. one day I'll get what's mine.
What do you believe in?: I'm in the market for something to believe in. I've tried on several hats that I thought becoming but the wind kept blowing them off. I'm looking for something attractive yet wind-resistant.
When We Were 16Where were you?: 180 miles north of Cuba.
What were you?: Wide-eyed.
What did you wear?: Jeans, shirts from Contempo Casuals. Sun-In.
What did you listen to?: Bjork. Primus.
What did you watch?: my parents get drunk.
What did you love?: the Future, it looked so bright. So open. I loved the tomorrow.
What did you hate?: My curfew, boys, boys who made me want to break curfew.
What did you drink?: coca cola. to a junkie degree. Like 7 a day. I'm lucky i still have teeth.
What did you smoke?:
What did you take?: Lots of crap from people. I've moved on.
What did you want to be?: In love. Skinny. Hardcore.
Who did you fight?: in my head, boys that ridiculed my large chest.
Who/What did you believe in?: Her, She, it was all about the Goddess back then. Have I foresaken her?
Where did you go?: The first place I drove with my new driver's license was my grandmother's house. I'm pretty sure I held my breath the entire way.
What did you learn?: Life is in the trying, not the succeding. Oh, and no holdiing breath during long car trips.
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