Here lies my non-life (I love it <3), which mostly includes just stuff I like. Lurking stuff, you know. I crave sharing lurking stuff.
And, the answer to your question is: YES, I FUCKING love pop corn. When I’m sad, I pur them in the microwave — or in the popzmachine, which is my joy and pride — and eat loads of them. Then, I feel better.
Sometimes, I write. I write in my mother-language, italian.
Marv the Plague hates you, but is trying to overcome this misanthropy.
Non credo d’aver detto tutto, ma di sicuro ho detto troppo.
Bene Ulcus dixit.