How come mine doesn’t look like yours, Rach?
You’re <i>A Prayer for Owen Meany</i>!<br>
<font size=”4″>by John Irving</font><br>
<i><font size=”3″>Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS!
They just ask if you are loud or not, I just couldn’t get by with saying I wasn’t could I?
“Every waking moment” is a bit of a stretch. Right now I am staring at the bottom of my coffee cup thinking “All Gone”.