What Kind Of Communist Country Is This?


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Instead of warm fuzzy feelings, you get to openly point out six weak spots. Must more my speed, if I do say so myself. In fact, when filling out the warm fuzzy for myself, I was thinking "this would be so much better if it said mean things about me". However, upon selecting my mean traits, it wouldn't let me select more than six. SIX! I had, like, eleven picked out.

heh.

Please do it. I find these sort of things fascinating.

p.s. a huge thanks to those who filled out warm fuzzy. I appreciate it much.


3 Responses to “What Kind Of Communist Country Is This?”

  1. Anonymous Vulgar Wizard 

    I cannot pick six things from the negative window. I don't know you well enough to make you feel bad about things that may not be true just because they made me pick six words, so I'll have to decline. Sorry.

  2. Anonymous porkchop 

    aww. it's ok. i'm used to all sorts of weird accusations and such. it's pretty interesting to see the difference in perception in those who know me online and those who know me in real life. but thanks for thinking about it!

  3. Anonymous vdoprincess 

    I think it's hilarious how people totally do not leave their real names on the "mean" one. It's like--gosh--you ASKED them to fill it out, you know?
    Suckas.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


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