Tori’s Writing Hole

Ok, I’m a sucker for anything that will tell me what I am (an INFJ if you’re looking at Myers-Briggs) and it seems to change all the time. I thought your personality was kind of set - but I guess if your moods are as changeable as mine, these results can hardly be taken as truth.

I’m a strange mix, with a love of quizzes. How many IQ tests have I taken? I can’t even hazard a guess. I’m sticking with my highest, official, school IQ - 146. Anything less, well, I must have been having a bad day.

I love doing my astrology thing too - heck, anything that will tell me more about who I am. Except the Enneagram. That stuff’s crap.

“Aww, he’s soooo cute!” Julia said, snuggling up to the pink stuffed dog in the front of Victoria’s Secret. We smiled, let her hug the thing, and Stephen obliged her by taking a picture with his cell phone.

“I wanna have his babies.” Blank look. A beg for repeat - “I wanna have his babies.” Julia said strongly.

Stephen - “You mean… you want a baby version of him?”

Julia - “Yes, I want a little virgin.”

Me - trying not to wet my pants so that I need to buy new ones. At least I was in the right store.

toddler, mall, shopping