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My self-summary Propose an edit

In case you're in QuickMatch, my okcupid name is "boredatheist."

I'm looking for friends.

Know me. Love me. Fuck me.

I seek the crazy rigorous bored atheist girl with no fear. Who holds eye contact with me, expressionlessly.

I seek intelligent asshole blunt-truth-spouting copies of myself to be friends with.

I like functional programming.

I'm such a creepy motherfucker that some people entertain the idea that I am or will someday be a rapist and / or a serial killer. I am thankful for this, as it helps to hide the sad truth: that I am a lonely, friendless, completely harmless wanker, unlikely to do anything of note before I die. (Actually, no, this is probably self-flattery. I am merely, shall we say, five years before my time. The average internet kid or gamer probably finds me to be tame. I only say "nigger" once or twice a day)

I live my life in a haze of video games, masturbation, over-sleeping, and trying to fuck internet bitches with minimal effort.

I am an idealist. I am a philosopher's dream child. I am an Avatar of Truth and Logic, trudging through a society of lies and unrigorous thought.

I am extremely attracted to cynicism, rudeness, and blunt unfliching egoless honesty for the sake of honesty itself.

I am a 95% match, 98% friend with myself.

AIM: Tommyb80

Webpage: www.deathdrone.com (ask me for the password and I'll probably give it to you)

What I'm doing with my life Propose an edit

Tip-toeing quietly towards death.

I want to be a video game programmer some day and maybe write books haha yeah right

sigh

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I work as a computer programmer.

HEY LOOK I'M A MUSICIAN TOO: http://www.myspace.com/boredatheistband

I play World of Warcraft a lot.

I'm really good at Propose an edit

You can always find someone better, or some more elite demographic for which you are no longer all that good by comparison. And the tendency to flatter one's self is high. And words referencing human characteristics are generally vague, so you can say pretty much anything you want and it would be hard to argue. But I THINK I excel at rigorous thinking (?), speaking the truth, and being an asshole (by speaking the truth)

I would estimate that my IQ is higher than 98 or 99% of Americans.

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

I'm weird. The particulars depend on the context.

When I'm around people who have some kind of authority over me, or a possible proclivity towards informing those in authority, I tend to be very quiet, formal and subdued.

Otherwise, I tend to be a screechy, twitchy, crazy screaming freak, depending on how comfortable I'm feeling.

I went to Otakon in Baltimore with a shirt I made that said "I want to FUCK ASIAN SCHOOL GIRLS" on the front last year, and "I JERK OFF TO TENTACLE PORN" this year.

but mostly I am quiet and awkward and have no friends

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

can't remember

oh yeah, Kill Bill 2 WAS FUCKING HOT OMG. That Asian chick with the shotgun was like "Not like it matters at this range, but yes, I'm a fucking surgeon with this shotgun," omg I would've creamed my pants if an asian chick with a shotgun said that to me!! And Pei Mei was so so badass, he was the freaking MASTER

and "The Cruise" was really cool. I almost cried.

fuck you

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The six things I could never do without Propose an edit

food, water, oxygen, uh...

You'd think a bunch of MIT kids could do better than this. Or maybe the assumption is that the average person is so stupid and trivial that only stupid, trivial questions will do. Yes, that's right. You're a loser.

I spend a lot of time thinking about Propose an edit

This question used to be something like "Who would you trade bodies with?" I wrote an answer that I was proud of, but I just now accidentally deleted it. Such is life. All things decay and disappear.

Mostly I think about the porno that I'm using for a jerk-off aid, or whatever video game I'm playing, or whatever problem I'm working on at my job. I also have a few surprisingly intricate fantasy worlds that I think about, but usually this is while I'm jerking off. Every once in a long while, I'll think about an idea for a video game I'll want to design, or some other tech project that I think would be cool but never get around to doing. I spend a few hours a year thinking about books I want to write.

Sometimes, usually when I'm on the verge of sleep, I'll think about how fucking creepy it is that I'm made out of meat. That this squishy, twitching, sack of fluid with a randomly produced mess of speghetti code for a brain is somehow... me. I'll look at my arms and be tripped out at these alien, branching growths, and how they're part of... me. wtf.

Sometimes I'll ask myself "Will I remember this moment?" The answer is always no. It's strange to me, how the present, which seems so vivid and real to me, will disappear in only a few hours, remembered by no one, not even myself. Paved over by the relentless push of entropy. Forgotten because any given moment of my life is too fucking boring to be worth remembering. This room? This shoe I am looking at? The texture of this wall? Doomed to be paved over. I look at pictures sometimes that were taken in one of the many dorm rooms I lived in in college, and am surprised that I cannot remember that room at all. Gone. Just like now.

I've had memories erased because I was hit on the head and lost consciousness. When I die, all the memories are erased. So why can I remember them? My death, the memory wipe, it is inevitable.

Sometimes it feels like the apathy is so thick that my eyes aren't even working. The sights and sounds are forgotten before they even register.

Sometimes I try to look into the sky and am frustrated at how it blinds and bewilders me. I can see the swirling white and peaceful blue, but only for an instant before the tears flood into my squinted eyes and I must brush them away. I can see only a small piece of it at once, for a short while. I cannot fathom it in its entirity because I've had no practice. I am too old to learn how to appreciate the sky. All I know how to see are monitors, video game consoles, and porno. I can only see the sky when it's on a computer screen.

My life is wasted. All is without meaning.

On a typical Friday night I am Propose an edit

jerking off and sleeping, alone in my room. Or coding or reading if I'm having a good day.

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

In college, I said quite honestly that I had no secrets. I made it a point to write down all of the grossest details of my life and put it in an online journal.

But no longer. Now I have a job.

Erm. As for the question... *thinks* ... no, I can't say that... *thinks* ... or that. Sigh. Um... I scratch my ass a whole lot. I dig in pretty deep into my asshole, and scratch for a long time. I should probably go to the doctor for it, but I'm too lazy. I usually sniff my hand afterwards. Eh, that's pretty tame. And I haven't washed my clothes in about a year. I generally smell like urine. I wet myself slightly every time I take a piss. I don't know why. It happens no matter how much I shake my dick afterwards. Eh, also pretty tame.

Just ask me over IM and I'll probably answer anything.

You should message me if Propose an edit

you're female and you'll fuck me

And you should really REALLY message me if you satisfy all of these criteria: You are an atheist. You do not believe in absolute truth. You are amoral. You believe the meanings assigned to all words and phrases are necessarily arbtitrary. You have a frantic desire to tell the frank truth and to have others do the same. You want to define everything, and eliminate that which cannot be defined from your vocabulary and the vocabularies of others. You are in love with intelligence. You would kill the whole world to save your life. You live in a fantasy world. You want to find people who are exactly like you. You are in love with me after reading this.

AIM: Tommyb80

Webpage: www.deathdrone.com (ask me for the password and I'll probably give it to you)

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