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Name: URL- thelifeandtimesofwhatthefuck In life- Nah
Nickname: SD? I don’t really have any nicknames. Gilberto calls me sweetpea but that’s not specific to me. It’s just an endearment.
Birthday: October 11, 1994!
Gender: Cis female
Height: I just measured myself. I am 5'3.25’’ (every single decimal point counts when you’re as short as I am in a family as tall as mine).
Time Zone: Eastern Time
What time and date is it there: August 26, 2014, 7:48PM
Average hours of sleep I get each night: I try for 8, but that doesn’t always work out.
The last thing I Googled was: “most recent google searches on my computer”
My most used phrase(s): “fuck you” “aw fuck” “damn"
First word that comes to mind: astaxanthin
What I last said to a family member: "I found Jessica at Goodwill!”
One place that makes me happy & why: Malaprop’s Bookstore and Café, because I only go there when I have free time for either the rest of the day or for a significant chunk of time, and I love knowing that I have time to myself to do whatever I like with. And books, coffee, and peoplewatching.
How many blankets I sleep under: I start out with one sheet at the beginning of the night but I keep another on the floor next to my hammock so if it gets cold I can dump it on top of me and it acts like several blankets because of the way that hammocks work. I love it. It’s so comfortable. I can’t wait to sleep in on Thursday.
Favorite beverage(s): Water, good coffee.
The last movie I watched in the cinema: Godzilla. It was the best.
Three things I can’t live without: Air (which makes things difficult, because asthma), my bicycle, and knowing that I have my back no matter how difficult everything else gets.
Something I plan on learning: How the fuck to teach people to be passionate about the things I’m passionate about.
A piece of advice for all my followers: When shit hits the fan, take a step back. Make an escape plan. Then make a “how to make this work again” plan when the pressure has lifted (you don’t always have to escape for the pressure to lift. I only had to once, and when I came back the world opened up and I walked in).