Plant a garden for certain! That way I could have all of the roses I could ever want, and they would come back each year. Whereas, with but a single rose it blooms but once, dies, and then is gone. I always liked those artificial forever roses too, especially the super realistic looking ones. Lovely! Oh, and baby you can be my gangster girl anytime you like! I could see you in one of those long black dresses, wearing dark sunglasses. Sexy stuff. Did you know, honey? My grandmother was from New Jersey, and she knew a LOT about Italian culture and mob-related things. Her landlord, when she was young, was in the Casa Nostra... and her best friend Joan (who we always called Auntie Joan) was married to a certain fellow named Dino (not the dinosaur!) who called in favors from a fellow named Mario whenever the lady needed anything done! Like, around the house, yardwork, stuff like that. Even after Joan and Dino got divorced, he still considered himself part of the family and he and Mario used to still come by and do things for her whenever she called them up on the phone. I remember her favorite movie was "The Last Don". When I was a teenager, everybody called my grandmother "Mafia Mama" because she would collect information (dirt really) on everyone in town and whenever there was trouble, she would use what she knew, if necessary, in order to get problems solved. She used to say: "Nobody messes with my family!" and she really meant that too. I remember one time I had a problem with this one cop, and she said to him: "Hey, I remember you! You were that little kid who used to go all around the neighborhood and pull all the girls hair. Yeah, some cop you turned out to be!" And she told his partner all kinds of little nasty secrets about the man. Those two never gave me a hard time again! On top of that, all that stuff got all over the police station about him, and the cops used to throw paper airplanes at him with swears written on them just to mess him up. He ended up, no surprise, leaving the force after that all went down. So, sometimes a little information (or even a lot) can go a very, very long way!
Would you rather develop a random mutation or a secondary personality?
I am not really sure what you mean by this dear Kara, with all my faults and including my wild hairs I think I have become quite happy to be myself.
Would you rather be a glam soap star actress or play in low budget movie?