with the lyrics to george michael's freedom, of course.
if we're talking death row inmate style last meal, i'm going to go all out depending on my mood. with my mood being my impending demise lingering over my head, i'd probably go for something terribly unhealthy. because fuck it.
a necklace given to me by a family member.
not killing any of my students or coworkers.
obviously deciding to let you ask me all of these questions.
white lies don't really hurt anyone.
pride. always pride.
standard medical procedure although it seems useless in that moment.
because sometimes they have to close, joe.
to conduct experiments on us and sell us into slavery to do their bidding.
go call your local super market.
i can't believe i'm answering these questions seriously. but no.
what bullshit website did you get these from?
how drunk were you when you decided to give me these questions to answer?
go ask a blind person and see how far that gets you.
because i bludgeoned you to death with the fucking dictionary before i could find out.
the one where we had to share a room in new hampshire and i locked you out for three hours.
i'm beginning to think all of you are the ones with the fetish for small spaces.
don't ever consider starting a dating service. for the love of god.
the ones that don't try to blow up the biology lab.
actually it's stella.
i thought the old hollywood one was going to be black dahlia themed but i was wrong. i feel a little game of thrones for saying this but someone getting murdered at a wedding.
i'm feeding you to the sharks.
my couch with a bottle of wine or whatever kind of drink i'm in the mood for.
i still identify with house more than any human being should.
a sloth or an otter to see what all of the fuss is about.
i never thought i'd go into academia, so no. i'm not exactly complaining though.
that i wasn't as smart as i thought i was.
i liked blank space by taylor swift. there.
i got invited to a bachelorette party at a strip club and saw one of my attendings while i was still an intern there too. he saw me recognize him and ran to the bathroom.
twin peaks? i think i'd do well there.
"don't worry, everything happens for a reason".
everyone gets access to afforable healthcare and medical treatment.
no. there's too many unknown factors at play for everything to be inevitable. besides, of course, death.
Waffles, tea, french fries.
karma police by radiohead, sleep to dream by fiona apple, lightning field by sneaker pimps, the world is not enough - garbage. that's all i've got.
since this is lifetime, i can't exactly ask amy adams to slum it, now can i? let's go with the hot maid from american horror story.
that i need to stop trying to be an interior designer and they've had enough of my constant remodelling.
at this point, i feel like any sane person would answer donald trump. let's go with charlie sheen and me telling him there's a shipment of cocaine in the middle of the ocean so i don't have to do the dirty work.