No, but I send out packages every once in awhile.
Good question. Four to six?
As many interesting places as possible.
"Yep, he's his uncle's son alright."
"Men debate, nature acts."
My maidenhead. I keep it in a jar.
To succeed, and succeed well. At what, that is not known yet.
I don't like to watch. I like to play.
Answers to questions no one asked:
Watching the weather channel.
Divorced, you jackass.
No, not yet.
Two, but I'm not naming names.
No, no I don't.
Not for awhile. I don't think I'm ready/interested.
Ha ha ha, too many times.
Music with instruments.
Yeah, on the 19th.
Sometimes, I have a hard time believing in myself, let alone God. One step at a time.
And I think I know why I'm so rotten at giving directions. I don't know where I'm going. No, seriously; on my way to the gas station last night, I was trying to think of the exact route, and I couldn't. I mean, it's like, up the big hill then left, and I'll figure it out when I get to the next decision point. I made it a point to look at some of the shops and whatnot that I routinely pass but couldn't name if you asked me. I don't notice they're there, I only pay attention to the junctures. And I remember them as I come to them. Which is probably why I seldom get lost with a reasonable set of directions. "Keep going til you turn left at the..." is how I drive anyway; not unlike the Line Drive directions on the former MapBlast (R.I.P. and a fuck you, M$N). Those were awesome, but trust corporate America to acquire and homogenize. I don't think it works as well now, plus I feel dirty using it.
In closing, ARROWED!