this page was made over the course of a number of separate but similar sleepless nights, during which certain recreational drugs meant to assist me in the cleaning of my room or the registering for fall classes badly, badly misfired.
direct hit. you sunk my space.
the point is, forgive me my run-ons, for i know not what i write.
also, i tried very hard to avoid using isolated capitals in my profile. capitals are boring. i grow weary of your incessant capitals. bring me your lowercases! so let me know if you spot any letters like these: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. they aren't wanted.
no one. meeting people is currently both boring and painful. besides: between my music, the open sea, and my current batch of internet-based friends, i feel no need to meet anyone ever again.
until you guys start dying. then i'll have you replaced. almost instantly. without hesitation or mourning.
wait. i changed my mind. i like a few of you. there. i said it. now will the weak men please stop their goddamn whining, give up the absurd dream of becoming employed, and stay put?
please?
i'm terrible at mourning.
but i'm excellent at solving mysteries...
them
and him
and them
and her
and them
and him
and them
and i will always love pinkerton. always.
this
and this
and this
and this
and this
and this
i'm not saying I use my time well. i submit myself to plenty of mindless entertainment, as well as plenty of mindlessness that is far from entertaining. but i hate television. and i particularly hate commercials.
i have been living aboard a 38' hans christian traditional sailboat named lady cunegonde since early august of 2003. i have set foot on dry ground outside of my ship only twice since then for a combined total of less than 82 minutes. i dock briefly once every few months to update my space and barter for supplies. i am done with solid ground. i had certain expectations which it failed to fulfill. i digress. the point is that, for all intents and purposes, i'm illiterate. i "typed" this and all other passages using my dictation program (found here ).
these are my gyros.