8. My last night out in detail.
Unless you count sleepovers, that’s beyond my memory. In which case, you were there, woman.
13. One person from tumblr I’d throw off a cliff, one I’d marry, and one I’d fuck.
There’s only like one dude I follow and he just changed his url, so fuck him, marry you (since you’re always asking), and throw your ugly hipster off a cliff (you’re welcome.)