Val, one of my favorite people, @fatgirlgetsfitatlast, tagged me to answer some questions.

1. What are your favorite hobbies/things you do for fun, and are they something you can leverage into a career or product?
Sleep. I’m looking for sponsors.

2. Favorite time of day to workout?
Any time is a good time.

3. TV show you’re watching currently which you really love.
Love? Not really, but, we started watching Brooklyn 99. It’s funny.

4. Who inspires you the most in your life?
Anyone who can learn from their experiences, good and bad.

5. If you wrote romance novels or erotic fiction, what would your “pen name” be?
“Richard Wood”

6.  If you could step into a time machine right now and re-live one day of your life, what would it be?
I wouldn’t do this at all. Everything I have ever been through, has shaped me into the person I am today. I’d probably re-live it differently, and really fuck myself up.

7. What are you freakishly good at?
Naps. (Still looking for that sponsor)

8. Do you ever yearn for your life before Facebook?
What is Facebook?

9. If you were in a rock band, what would it be called?
Childish Artwork

10. Have you ever unplugged from the Internet for more than a week?
No. I should try this, though.

11. If you could have tea with one fictional character, who would it be?
Harry Keogh. (like he’d talk to me….)

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.