I am completely out, of, and roids.
My Self-Summary
From
nicolennadia, a good person:
"You enjoy ridiculous 'Vulan Hand sign', psychological testing,
you loser Startrek fan.....which screams, 'Its all about me!' Yeah
you're a vegan in thrift store clothing who can hardly grow a
beard, and has hardly any manly qualities. Meaty genitals...you
wish sir. Are you trying to write a book called,'The Ziltches,
Startrek lovers Guide to Online love'.
Consider yourself pw0ned....sir. I've already let OK Cupid
moderators know about your scam. Now, go pick up your game
controller and your hipster poetry book and whatever Bright Eyes
album of your choice, and get a rodimous prime, and yank
it.....ziltch.,"
Editors
What I’m doing with my life
I am a famously dapper Prince who enjoys many dainty endeavors.
Chief among my hobbies is prancing through wooded glens whilst
plucking the strings of my tungsten lyre. I wear velveteen hand
slippers so as not to scuff my fingers, but only because it's
awfully tite of me to do so. Did you know that last night, as I was
merrily skipping through a particularly treacherous stretch of
foliage, my fey green tights became ensnarled on a
bramble twig? I yelped in
surprise, for how terrible it is to be pricked by such a thorny
protuberance! Anyway, my panicked thrashing eventually attracted
the attentions of a very angry zombie mastodon. She trumpeted
loudly and decided to sit upon my legs, crushing them with her
woolly, rotting haunches. Her undead company wouldn't have been so
disagreeable if the frenzied burbling of the larval insects beneath
her skin hadn't exploded onto my nymphal face. I don't mind
admitting that many a prehistoric grub burrowed their way into my
finely crafted features that night and suckled upon the juicy
contours of mine lobes. Soon, as we are kissing, you will taste
what I'm talking about.
Editors
I’m really good at
Autognosis. Or, at least, I assume I'm fairly skilled in this area.
Conversely, something I'm truly horrible at is banishing instances
of loganamnosis. And concomitant to that shortcoming is my almost
pathological refusal to believe that people aren't as interested in
the English language as I am and have no problem consulting an
online dictionary to help untangle the messy
tapestry of word use that I'm so fond
of weaving. (As a sign of self improvement, however, I offer the
following: loganamnosis -
n. The obsession with recalling a
certain word, name, or phrase.)
I'm also fairly adroit with a fork; not once have I mistaken my eye
for my mouth.
The first things people usually notice about me
...my unusually tasty flank. I take special measures to saturate my
skin with only the
juiciest of foreign marinades so that
you, my loyal consumers, can take home a plentiful hunk of my flesh
to feed your doting family.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
The best movie I've seen in the last year is
The Beast With
1,000,000 Eyes. Of course, I'm an amnesiac, so every year to me
is 1956.
I enjoy reading all sorts of literary offerings: Russian classic
literature, from which I try to absorb as much writing style as
possible; comic books, from which I try to learn a thing or two
about shooting dilithium crystals from my eyes; the want ads, from
which I'm trying to find a buyer for this sack of
ankles I can't seem to get rid of;
and the body language of various people I encounter, from which I
imagine I glean a keen insight of their behavior, but in reality
I'm only able to deduce how gravid their bladder is from how urgent
their potty dance is.
I have a Dead Milkmen tattoo on my arm which indicates that I do
indeed enjoy eating food.
The six things I could never do without
In a very particular order, I present my list:
1) This question.
2) Width.
3)
Sherry
Britton
4) The hiding space under your bed
5) zombie survival fantasies
6) ffffm incest stories
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What the Great
Pumpkin has in store for me.
On a typical Friday night I am
...trolling the streets for
queerbait.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
****Spoiler Alert!!!****
I do not live with my parents. I realize most women
appreciate a man (or man-child) who loves his mother so much that
he never wants to leave her side. This admission will probably
spook most of you away, but I am who I am and I live in a
parent-free home.
Okay then.
You should message me if
-You want to play AD&D with me, but not D&D.
-You have the vapors.
-Your fly is open. Unintentionally.
-People mistake you for a librarian.
-You live in the Philippines and wish to marry me because my
rotting flesh is the same color as the green card you secretly
desire.
-
Supposably is not in your lexicon.
-John Rambo is your favorite poet.
-Your profile is fake and you want me to be your e-boyfriend.
-You think the following is funny: What did the 90-degree triangle
say to his unconvinced friend? "C'mon, you know I'm right."
-We fight together sometimes.
-You would attend
DragonCon with me
and bring
along a few costumes.
-If you, like me, learned everything you know about love from the
Punisher War Journal.
-You want to be my
Maple Story wife so we can complete
the Amoria party quests.