Okay, okay... Just went through the 90 emails about my embarrassing mistake in my math test. Yes, I know that triangles have perimeters, not diameters. I am shamed, and have deleted the test.

What do you know, I'm one of the humans without a live-in Editor.

On a lighter note,

Ain't life a bitch. Found out I have a damn Pineal Tumor. I hate everything. On the bright side, I just tried Pomegranate Raspberry n Creme ice cream/sherbert. It was really, really good. Washed it down with a 100% SoCo 'n lemonade. That was kind of nasty, but it did the trick. Now, I have leftover tasty ice cream tounge, and I'm thoroughly buzzed. Might need another disgusting drink soon. Think I'll mix Tattoo Spiced and some kind of tea. Then I'll eat a plum. Yeah... sweet, juicy plum. I guess I don't hate everything.

That pretty much sums me up, right now.

I am painfully honest, dark of thought, and amused

I'm deciding whether or not to change this box. Nah. It's a nice box. I like a nice box.

Я пишу некоторые вещи в немце как раз для того чтобы сделать людей сердито.

Это случается быть русско. Russian

並且這是繁體中文, 也許或不能冷靜比 Traditional Chinese

日本語。但し、私はドイツ語の言語が最もよい信じる。 Japanese

Deutscher ist bei weitem die kühlste klingende Sprache, ich denken. Sie können anders als denken.

Ich interessiere mich nicht. German

You're wasting time on the internet already, so why not learn something?

Concocting drinks that will throw you down, pick you up, make you sick, and extremely vulnerable.
Necessarily in that order.

I'm also really good at lying.

My height and size. Most people I meet tell other people (mutual friends, usually) that I look scary. Some say it to my face.

Gotta say my size first, now. Frig it all, I've been eating my worry away. Problem is, it won't go away. Gained like 80 pounds in the last 2 months.

Stupid Doctors and their damn CATscans.

The word 'favorite' implies ONE ABOVE ALL. I've never let any one thing possess or anchor me down, besides my girl. I've met enough people who are OBSESSED with one thing or the other and are absolutely close-minded to anything different and will literally fight, just to 'defend' their favorite. Idiots.

Yeah, right on, past me.

food
water
clothes
a good, sharp knife (for hunting/crafting)
night-vision goggles (for hunting/stalking)
the love of a female (so stalking won't be necessary)

I suppose I could live without the love of a female, a knife, night-vision goggles, and clothes, but food and water would be pretty damn important in the 'ever on' fight.

Is anything else really that important? sex, drugs, rock n roll, the internet, cars, BBQs, alchohol, medicine, a home, all the "IN" crap, snobby bitches and pretentious pricks, etc., etc.

None of these are really important in the long look at things.

Actually, the bitches and pricks may, one day, comprise part of my food source, so I guess they might be just a little important.

Climbing into the racks at work with a sniper rifle and picking off random people.
Been doing it a long time.

Daydreaming, I mean.

I'm too afraid of falling out of the racks while taking aim to actually do it.

Working till a typical Saturday morning.

The most PRIVATE thing I'm WILLING TO ADMIT HERE is that this is one hell of a

CONTRADICTIVE

non question. If it's private, why would I tell a ton of strangers?

You personally know me.

You don't know me, but are pissed at things I said in my PERSONAL damned profile.

You think I may be just the kind of cynical, pessimistic, morbid asshole of a guy you could get along with without becoming a raving lunatic stalker.

If you're a guy and you think I'm cute, forward the message to Matt Damon, instead. He needs a good pick me up.