truth, not dare
I’d trade lots of shady-immoral-questionable things to be thin and without food issues.
I love one of my dogs a billion times more than the others.
Looking at shoes and jewelry reduces my blood pressure markedly.
I drink too much, and I like it.
I have the libido of a 16 year old boy. Or a 37 year old woman.
I’m a mean fighter.
I could eat Jif Chunky every day and still never have enough.
I think I want a baby.
I lack patience for complaining. That thing I do incessantly.
I am missing the gene for producing fake laughs.
I love so fast and hard, I am starting to wonder if I know what love is.
