Hey, Carrie.

Answer: zerbit, n. — The act of allowing one’s lips and cheeks to vibrate while pressed firmly against a [place on another person’s body, esp. the face] and exhaling forcefully. [via UrbanDictionary]  Old school Cosby watchers know what I’m talking about.

When I was a kid, my dad used to zerbit me all the time, hence the name.

Question: What made you decide to become a vegetarian?
Answer: Two reasons — health and morals. I have a family history of high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and diabetes, and vegetarian diets — which are generally healther; it is possible to be an unhealthy vegetarian — are normally good for controlling those issues.  That and the meat industry is disgusting.  I’d go vegan if I didn’t love cheese so much (vegan cheese isn’t the same).

Woot for unsolicited formspring questions!

For three reasons:

1. She’s fucking fly. Like, the flyest thing on two legs.
2. Kanye likes her, so dammit, I like her, too.
3. Because.

Keep ‘em coming.

Answer: My day? It’s been pretty boring, honestly. Didn’t do much: sent out a job application, saw the new (and just as disappointing as the rest of them) Harry Potter movie, took a nap, ate dinner, and watched TV. Now I’m wasting my life on the internet like I always do. Is it sad that the highlight of my day was reaching level 10 on Restaurant City? I now get to serve more than two dishes per course and that made me ridiculously excited for some reason.

My life? Terrible, to be honest. Stagnant, definitely. To make a long story short, I attended NYU, and graduated with the plans of spending the rest of my life in New York City, living in some fabulous apartment in Brooklyn, and being a badass and all that, but then the resesh happened, and I had to move back to my parents house in the DC suburbs because my shitty ass canvassing job was a fucking sham, and I couldn’t find anything else. I’ve held exactly two paying jobs — sadly, they were temporary — since last September (I currently volunteer and freelance design but it’s not sustainable).  I have no money, no car, no independence, very few friends, and I’m trying really really hard to keep positive, trying really hard to keep from falling even deeper into depression, but it’s extremely hard when you have to stare disappointment in the face everyday.

If there are two things you should know about me, it’s that I’m extremely stubborn (my dad euphemistically calls it patience) and I have an inflated sense of self-worth.  I’m not going to call it egoism/arrogance, because it’s not a comparative type of thing. I never think of myself as better than someone else, but I definitely think I’m better than my circumstances. I’m not just going to go out and just get any job. I need to be challenged, and I need to enjoy my work.  Suffice it to say, my parents don’t understand it; generational conflict, and all that.

And I was so not expecting that to turn into an essay.

Answer: Lately, it’s been cashews. Only raw cashews though, I hate when they’re roasted and salted to death. Raw cashews have a nice softness to them, and they’re great if you want to create a nondairy “cream.” I like almonds, too, though. If I had been asked this question last month, it would’ve been almonds, no question.

More questions, please.

Answer: Ponyo, a week ago. Won a pass to an advance screening. I almost didn’t make it due to lack of transportation, but I got there right as it started. Very cute, but it somehow lost the storyline towards the end.

Answer: Well, it’s really a tool for companies to track responses/comments and stuff for whatever they’re doing but Tumblrs have turned it into an Ann Landers/Dear Abby type of thing.

Question: Why are you so fly? — Des
Answer: I ask myself the same question everyday. I think I was just born that way.

Question: What’s the best thing you’ve ever done for someone else? — Ahmed
Answer: That’s a great question. The first thing that came to figure out the best gift I ever gave, but then, that’s not really doing something for someone, is it? Too often, we equate “the best” with something tangible.  Anywho, I would say the time I accompanied a friend out to the airport at 3 in the morning.  It was during our sophomore year, and a friend of hers had suddenly lost her boyfriend, and she was going home to try to be of some comfort. She didn’t want to go to LaGuardia by herself — it was the first time either of us had gone that far into another borough, and it was a super late/early flight, and that area isn’t the greatest — so I volunteered to go with her.

That was fun, keep the questions coming.