Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
A: Lydia NEEDS Your Prayers! ((Um...why? Am I deathly ill?))
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
A: With her blonde hair and her alert, angry eyes, Lydia looks like an aggressive angel of the suburbs. ((Ima angel! I have wings!))
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:
A: Sarah says that she and Lydia should go to her room. ((Just a little creepy. My older sister's name is Sarah.))
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
A: Lydia Hearst really wants you skinny models to eat. ((Yeah, that's right, bitches! Go make yourselves a sammich and eat it!))
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
A: Lady Lydia does not have any insurance; not even health insurance. ((There goes my chance of sky diving and not having to pay a butt load of money if I failed to land. Thanks Google. You ruined it all.))
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
A: Well, Lydia hates getting hugs in an Asian grocery store. ((It's my one weakness. How did they know?))
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search:
A: Lydia asks the Mayans if they can eat the sacrificed chicken, to which the priests gives a resounding "no!" ((I just wanted the chicken.))
Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
A: Lydia goes looking for bags. ((I searched high and low for those bags!))
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search:
A: Lydia likes to hang on to things. ((So I'm a pack-rat...who cares?))
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search:
A: Lydia eats Paper and sauce by Jenko. ((Tasty!))
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search:
A: Lydia got her first cowgirl hat at the doctor's. ((Howdy, Doctor.))
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search
A: Lydia quickly finds herself the only human with a strong empathy toward the ghosts. ((You know me. Ghost lover. And what does this have to do with getting arrested?!? Seriously.))










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And suddenly...I don't care
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"You make me want to shove my hand in a blender and eat my shredded flesh and bone."
"...What the hell is a blender?"
-Enk and Scribe
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And suddenly...I don't care
--
"You make me want to shove my hand in a blender and eat my shredded flesh and bone."
"...What the hell is a blender?"
-Enk and Scribe
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"You make me want to shove my hand in a blender and eat my shredded flesh and bone."
"...What the hell is a blender?"
-Enk and Scribe
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And suddenly...I don't care
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"You make me want to shove my hand in a blender and eat my shredded flesh and bone."
"...What the hell is a blender?"
-Enk and Scribe
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