I am half-steppin', playuh-hatin', and pouring out hatorade.
My Self-Summary
i suck. really, i'm la-haame.
but at least there's a picture of that icon with the butt on it
down there which must make me appear fascinating. maybe thats why
people write and say "you seem awesome" despite the complete lack
of information i've displayed. maybe that butt down there seems
awesome. hmm, i do admit it looks a little spanky. but thats just a
cartoon icon guyz, geez.
actually, should you bother? i'm jaded, cynical, indecisive,
flighty and unpredictable. and sarcastic. and allover the place.
and forgetful. but, i'm pretty good looking so since i also assume
you're a creep, i guess it's all good.
What I’m doing with my life
squat
I’m really good at
tonguetwisters. speaking incessantly in rhyme. banging my head on
the wall without drawing much blood. breaking kitchen appliances.
sitting on my sweeeeet arse. sabotaging my own success. i can stand
on my head with no hands and many other completely useless skills.
The first things people usually notice about me
i'm predominantly human. so they think.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
books -- i'm always reading like 5 books at once, yet most often,
not reading at all. movies -- ones with boobs and blood. im just an
intellect that way. music-- yay! lalalaaaalaaaa (boom-be-boom-kaak)
food -- served best when it is freeee.
The six things I could never do without
most of my toes. funny things that make people laugh through their
noses while i am there to witness it. the thesaurus. something to
bitch about. wait, how many is that? hmm, i might need my fingers
too. for counting.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
thinking. ouch. this hurts.
On a typical Friday night I am
playing war by means of a handcrafted army of origami men and then
just when the troops are lined up for combat, pushing the red
button on my lighter and watching them all go up in flames.
you know, it's like a metaphor for stuff, or, it's just another
waste of Friday. paper people perspectives.
also,
what the hell am i talking about? i should have just called out my
favorite Friday booze drinks like a normal human being. goodbye
brewski, hello vodka.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
i can't do that stupid trick where you tie the cherry stem with
your tongue. well actually, i can but i have to hide my face in my
hands and it takes me about 3 minutes. by this time everyone has
either left, lost interest, or called the authorities. but at least
I've got a red stick gone knotty to show for it.
You should message me if
you are an utter fool. and all that babble in my self-summary
didn't turn you off.