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by the way, my topic, evading conflict...blahblah...
i wrote it, i didnt copy it, yes i wrote it...
im not saying every moment, there is a huge bright bulb above my head,
but i best get along with those who occasionally shine similarily.
i am freaking neurotic, dude. i like people who are too, but expect i will
make fun of you(i have thick skin too suckah!).
when i explain things, oh boy, do i explain things. descriptions of why a speck of
dust flew a certain way turn into a tapestry woven of details i can confirm about
the room's environment as well as speculation about our breath's effect, whether
moisture comes into play and somehow i go off on a tangeant about how when i
was a child i used to love the way you could see every speck in the sun beam in
the window, and how it was warm, my dog used to lay in it, and somehow i end
up talking about how i used to always take apart stuff n couldnt put it together
again... yeah, u get the point, i think, or need i go on?
i am overly nice, but i try to hide it, cuz people try to take advantage, i have a thick wall so if u try to get in, be aware, it wont be easy. i have a rather dark personality, but if i wear black, it is only because i decided to
wear black.
i can't keep secrets... ok, i can keep secrets, but only when it is really necessary and i dont keep any of my own, just other people's. who cares wha other people think anyways.
You may just find me explaining the intricacies of my personal life with strangers.
I have my other side too, i can be very quiet, and defensive of everything.
i lock my bedroom door when i go to the bathroom.
i quit, but when i USED to smoke cigarettes, i locked myself out of the house often, as i
stood out on the sidewalk, feeling safe and secure that if i got distracted, that
the house was as safe as a lock can keep it, which anyone kjnows, isn't very
safe... i warned ya i'm neurotic.
i can picture myself as an old married man... "honey, did remember to lock the
door, put plywood on the insides of all the windows, barricade all the doors you
didn't exit from with the furniture, turn on the alarm, put out the booby traps
and release the , and, oh,
i hope you turned off the oven.
There is more, but you gotta meet me, i think.
it makes a funny read, but if you knew me, it'd be an even funnier read.
dont' take me too seriously online or in real life though, to really know me, ask me
about me and i will tell it straight... even the bad crap.
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