Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Speak to me and you'll find out *_*.
To live is to live dangerously.
I'm a Zoology graduate, a politically wayward nerd, and a
I have to reformat this whole thing. Ugh. Wait.
I suppose I'll just state why I'm here?
You will message me. We will fall in love. We will have seven kids.
We will homeymoon in Larnaca. We'll send our kids to the grammar
school because we want them educated but not have to part with our
own money, because that's for Goyim. We'll grow old. The kids will
grow sore from the overused belt. Kids will leave home and spread
out in a massive diaspora. Only Alex, the retarded one with a
cannabis obsession, will stay in touch because he's a weak mummy's
boy with over attachment issues. I'll stay working in trade. You
will catch me having homosexual sex with an Accountant colleague
called Ezra Micah Horowitz. We will seperate. I'll sleep on the
study couch and our Shiba dog will take my side of the queen sized
bed you paid for because I was worried Shakeel the antisemitic
store Cashier would clone my credit card when reading my name. We
will move to Vancouver and retire with our pet bear, Kyle. I'll
grow senile and dribble and you will become depressed. We will
still visit Arizona every year to hang out with Josie and Jesse our
American contacts that we met at a Venezuelan border crossing
during our younger years. I'll stop remembering your name and
become convinced you're a lesbian hockey playing nurse called
'Leanne'. We will die in a fire after I leave the gas stove on when
I return after Curling, in a lapse of memory on New Years
Now you have read how perfect I am above, you really must
Otherwise, you must feed me a stray cat so that I don't have to go
out hunting tonight.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Trying desperately to take over the world with my gang of Moloch
worshipping, shapeshifting reptilian, elderly ladies on
If that fails to get results:
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
(Does that actually count as an achievement? If it does, I deserve
(I did English Language and Literature A Level in a year and got an
(I walked nine hours today- 29th July 2013- I went Epsom to Sutton
to Merton to Richmond to Kingston and then back to Epsom having set
off in the afternoon; I returned home at 2230h).
(Lol, you know I'm joking).
The first things people usually notice about me
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That I will succeed in life, due partly to the raw ambition I make
no effort to hide.
The ugly red mop on my head; I have an awful satanic pseudo ginger
brown hair colour called 'auburn'. I got it after sacrificing
twelve children to the basilisk and pouring their still warm blood
over my head. I then chanted prayers to Mary Bale the cat lady and
was rewarded with the uniform of the satanic priests (having auburn
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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The Catcher In The Rye, J.D. Salinger; A Visit From The Goon Squad,
Jennifer Egan; Pig Island, Mo Hayder; Endless Night, Agatha
Christie; Anthem, Alisa Zinovievna Rosenbaum (otherwise known as
ayn rand); Atlas Shrugged, Rand; We The Survivors, Rand; The
Outsider/l'Etranger, Camus; more to come.
Anything with Gary Oldman in. He's an acting genius :). (you don't
like beethoven... you don't know what you're missing, overtures
like that... so powerful! Though after a while, to be honest with
you, beethoven really does tend to get a little fucking boring-
THAT'S WHY I STOPPED!) xD.
Simon & Garfunkel.
John Rich and co
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Molly Hatchett :D (yeah, I know I know…)
Allison Krauss and Union station
The box tops
Ralph Stanley (again, you have permission to laugh).
Doc Holliday were good on 'Song for the Outlaw'. Not so good on
their other songs.
(Don't I just bring joy to the party) *_*.
If you don't like them, then I suppose you have the right to a
different music taste...
What am I saying??? If you don't like those guys, may my sweet
Lord, Moloch, piss on your chips!
Things to eat:
(I will literally eat anything; I've been known to eat pasta with
tomato ketchup and a glass of milk for breakfast when I can't find
anything else to consume) :)
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My banjo (to my neighbour's ecstasy; they love it so much, that
whenever I play my banjo, the neighbours turn out in a huge group,
shouting, with flaming torches, pitchforks, and ropes so that the
town can party to my banjo playing...)
Chocolate (Did you know, the Spanish spelling of CACAO is actually
correct; cocoa was a misspelling by ignorant English sailors and
My 'I LOVE NEW JERSEY' t-shirt; I have to be different, and
considering so many people have NY ones, I decided to go for an NJ
one I found in Hoboken :).
My dongle (I have a geeky side ^>^).
Debating (another geeky trait ^>^; I'll debate anything.
Politics, ethics, philosophy, religion, disneyland...)
Somehow, my mind went blank there...
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Those who can hear the music are deemed crazy by the deaf world.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Shuddering away from the beastial people leaving the clubs and
coming near my solitary spot by the river.
STAY BACK YOU HEATHENS!
(Definately not 'clubbing')
Usually watching a movie with friends or alone, or, if not that,
just sitting and thinking. Maybe reading some ayn rand or Albert
Maybe also blazing the Mary Jane.
Yes I do that alot.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I'm.............. Oh God....Can I say it? Really?
Courage....Come on, you can do it...
Ok.....I'm gonna do it...............................
I'm............... *groan*.... Ok.Ok.OK!...I'm... left
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
If you're competent at conversation?
I want to have deep, intellectual, conversations. Not meaningless
phatic utterances of mickey mouse bull shit colloquials.
If you don't message me then, sadly, I shall be forced to take a
cat and put it in a microwave. Lol, don't worry; I'm just
I'll take the cat, stick the animal in a trash can, and set fire to
the trash can.
You think I'm joking.
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