My avatar...

My avatar is going to live over there [<---] until I get sick of it living there. The jeans, hair and glasses are close enough, but she's a little curvaceous for me and I never wear turtlenecks.

I never wear turtlenecks. I used to, up until high school, but they were always strangely deformed because I would stick my chin into them to keep them off my neck. I have neck issues. I think I was strangled or hanged or guillotined in another life.

I can't wear necklaces either, for the same reason. I can't wear most bracelets or rings because my wrists and fingers are too small (my ring size, I've just discovered when I ordered my class ring, is 4). I can't wear earrings because my ears aren't pierced. So jewelry - not my thing.

Anyway, where was I going? Avatar, turtlenecks, jewelry... ah yes, death.

I think everyone has a different idea of the Worst Way To Die. No one's is correct - everyone's depends on their own fears. Many people know that mine is being garrotted with piano wire. I think Boyfriend's is suffocation.

What's your worst way to die?

srah - Saturday, 26 January 2002 - 9:02 AM

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