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Place is my room on my bed. Smell is the smell of fresh air on a sunny day and beanhead. Sound is cicadas making noise on a clear sunny day. Memory is I have too many, sorry.
I wanted to be a Pokemon at some point, a Tododile if I remember correctly. I now aspire to be a pharmacist/chemical engineer of some sort.
Spiders on my face/in my crevices.
Everything the Beanchunks has.
Annoyingness, selfishness, assholeishness, meanness, stupidity beyond my own, rudeness.
Lots of things I regret that I did to my baby.
Stupidity, selfishness, shyness, inability to communicate, laziness.
I have a full head of hair?
What my darling and I have.
Entirely too many.
Rational, emotions usually don't make decisions for me.
Misa-misa.
Winning a scholarship, mafackaahh!
I sleep like a baby.
Rudeness/Republicans/Born-again Christians/Skinheads/Westboro Baptist Church.
Intelligence and personality if I believe they deserve it.
Yes.
Bop in my kitchen and sing Frank Sinatra/Deano/Elvis
Yes, I need to pass on the family name.