A Q&A with the Magnificent Amy K

I've known (and loved) Amy K for the past 5 years. She is sharp, she is silly, and she is so talented that her back still hurts from carrying HHS' string orchestra even though that was two years ago. Here's a Q&A that I did with her last week.

BM: What is your favorite shape?

AK: I really like triangles.

BM: Why?

AK: I dunno, they just remind me of...(bursts out laughing)...Connecticut.

BM: Right, your homeland.

BM: What is your favorite time of day?

AK: 3am.

BM: Why?

AK: Because that's when I go to sleep.

BM: What is the first thing that comes to mind when you see this picture (pulls out hand-drawn picture of a mime)

AK: Lipstick...just look at the lips aren't they just so red and luscious? They just remind me of James Charles' flashback Mary

BM:If you could be anything in the WORLD what would you be?

AK: A rock

BM: What? Why?

AK: Because...I dunno!!

BM: A monkey is running down the street towards you and for some reason you're handicapable and in a wheelchair. What the hell do you do?

AK: Blair!Blair!Blair! I am the monkey...

BM: So you're both the monkey and the handicapable woman?

AK: Yes! I'm omnipresent.

BM: A chicken...has somehow found you in the shower and you're singing your favorite song Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On. What is your plan of action??

AK: I serenade the chicken because the chicken is now my husband.

BM: You are now betrothed to the cutlet

AK:Yes, exactly.

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