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the questions thing. one of you, dearest anonymous asked me to set up an ask.fm account. DID it.

i also have a formspring. HOLLER AT ME.

that's pretty scary, huh? i used to watch the exorcist while a babysat a young boy with extreme ADD. i didnt belvie that ADD was a real THING till i met this kid. oh, it's real alright. it really sucked for him. he was hilarious and cuddly and really sweet. and at night i'd have to give him a pill that turned him into a straight zombie. poor boy. i used to let him eat all the food he wanted. shit, i didnt care if he threw up. as long as he was done doing it by the time his parents got home. his parents. they were both pretty large people. in fact, i met the mom at the plus sized clothing store (yeah, they made a musical about it) i worked at in high school. the kid was skinny as hell. and one day, he was making fun of fat people. saying he NEVER wanted to be fat, and fat is soo gross and yuck this fart that. so i said, hey kid. you ever notice that both of your parents are fat? he shut up. then his parents both got the stomach staple operation. whatever it's called. they shrunk up real fast. good for them? anyways. i'd eat oreos and watch this movie with the kid. he didnt think it was scary... the little fucker. and he would scare the crap out of me all night long. hiding in closets. jumping out from behind doors.  it cracked us up. me, the big kid. scared as hell. him, the tiniest seven year old alive.. scaring the poop out of me. 
anyways. ASK ME STUFF!