"_________ love."
God is
14(6.9%)
Potatoes are
62(30.7%)
All you need is
104(51.5%)
You have killed all my
22(10.9%)
My breath currently smells like:
Diet Coke, onions, and a terrible fear
30(14.9%)
my last stolen kiss
16(8.0%)
cat-food
17(8.5%)
mouth
138(68.7%)
"You are my ______, my only _________."
sunshine
86(42.6%)
gravy
24(11.9%)
friend
6(3.0%)
alibi
86(42.6%)
In the morning, I:
panic
64(32.2%)
weep
23(11.6%)
laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and weep
61(30.7%)
roll over and punch the guy
51(25.6%)
I'm not a freak, I'm just:
special. incredibly special.
62(30.7%)
attracted to only certain kinds of mammals
31(15.3%)
terminally fannish
90(44.6%)
hairless all over, because of that meteor shower
19(9.4%)
This is all just:
hooey
11(5.4%)
a metric ton of fish
60(29.7%)
the same struggle between a sexual feeling or urge and the psychic defenses against it.
37(18.3%)
the inevitable culmination of your identification with Fox Mulder, isn't it?
94(46.5%)
Anna, please seek:
God
3(1.5%)
yet even more therapy
22(10.9%)
the Golden Snitch
76(37.6%)
over on that side of the yard, because I'm hiding from you behind this shrubbery.
101(50.0%)
You can choose only one. ONLY ONE. You choose:
twenty million dollars, after taxes
96(47.5%)
the airing of the ultimate fannish show, brilliantly written, on pay cable, with two beautiful male co-stars who fall in love and have sex for seven glorious years before the happy finale, and did I mention the monstrous amount of brilliant fan-fiction?
60(29.7%)
cupcakes. shut up.
17(8.4%)
world peace
29(14.4%)
Go away, Anna, I'm:
dead
25(12.4%)
just resting
60(29.7%)
in my bunk
86(42.6%)
crying pitifully, tormented by your inconsistent punctuation.
31(15.3%)
My pathology of choice is:
hysteria
25(12.4%)
obsessive-compulsive disorder
63(31.3%)
potatoes
79(39.3%)
love
34(16.9%)