Issuing supreme power to you...one moment.

My self-summary Propose an edit

I am typing at the speed of a large cabbage trying to propel itself through a bowl of peanut butter using a straw as a paddle. How sad. There are moments when I wake up and think I have my finger on the pulse, and if I just don't move, if I just stay here and breathe, I can keep it this way. I can hold the heartbeat of the world under my finger, in the morning, with the aurora reflection of sunshine dancing on my window mobile, and the sheet twisted back like a second skin. And I am not brave, and I wait too long for approval, to be crowned. I think if this is not praised, if I don't get a big sloppy gold star, then it is not good. Then I am not good. I am learning that I should not need your approval. I am walking my fingers across my forehead, smiling at my reflection in bus windows and I am not listening to self-affirmation tapes... again. I am writing this to you, call it as you see it. I may call it some thing else.

What I'm doing with my life Propose an edit

I just sneezed all over the keyboard. Sometimes my dignified behavior astounds even myself. I am about to do it again. Brace yourself letters A through L, I am aiming in your general direction. Nope, false alarm, back to your posts, boys. Hmm... Pause for thought.

Sigh. I wish I was in a porno with your mom.

I'm really good at Propose an edit

Fixing the problems of others, my own on the other hand are another story I better learn to sew for much in my life needs mending.

The first thing(s) people usually notice about me Propose an edit

People say I am like a frosted mini wheat.

My favorite books, movies, music, and food Propose an edit

I listen to the same song over and over. I wish someone else could hear it too.

The six things I could never do without Propose an edit

I like it when my skin is touching brilliance. brilliance is interchangeable with danger.

I spend a lot of time thinking about Propose an edit

The world is too full of shouldn'ts.

On a typical Friday night I am Propose an edit

Last friday I was wrist deep in dog abdomen trying to revive second old puppies (one of two survived and so did mom).

The most private thing I'm willing to admit here Propose an edit

I’ve been practicing my Michael Jackson impersonation in the shower...the shampooing is pretty straight forward.... it’s the crotch washing bit I am having a bit of trouble with.

You should message me if Propose an edit

You are on an endless quest to kill boredom and bring a stop to its evil doing.

People who are weird. Fun-weird. Not weird-weird.

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