Ask me anything!

[roxy]

I'll probably answer. I'm pretty blabby. I know you're supposed to select days and stuff, but ain' nobody got time for that. You wanna know how much I weigh, what my favorite coffee is, am I a natural blonde, have I ever killed a man...I'm an open book.

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[dawnybee.livejournal.com]

Won't ask you about if you ever killed a man because murder has no statute of limitation and I'm not trying to have you catch a case so......


Happiest memory?

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I've been thinking about that one all day long. Like, it should be an easy question but it's really hard. I can't decide if my memory is the happiest, or just the most intense.

I have a few. Like, the day I met the goofiest-looking guy ever, but decided to give him a shot anyway. Or once when I was on vacation with my mom, looking at the way the sun was making her hair shine bright white, and her eyes were so blue because of the way the light hit them, and I thought, "I love Mom so much." It just made me feel so lucky to have her.

The brightest memory, though, the clearest and the most intense, was the moment after my kid was born and I touched her for the first time--that crazy, instant, bone-deep connection I felt, like right at that moment, I'd kill anyone in that delivery room for her. Pretty wild, considering up until that day, I'd been pretty horrified by the whole process. Does that qualify as happy, though? Once, I was super, super desperate for a cigarette and I found one in an old purse. It was rock-hard and almost exploded when I lit it, but that first puff...man, I was pretty darm happy. :D