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I'm annoyingly witty & astonishingly intelligent. My myspace persona has been blown way out of astronomical proportions. Thanks. Did I forget to mention I'm an attention whore? I'm conceited, but hey I got more reasons than Remy Ma. I need to smoke cigarettes to take a shit everyday. Two words that would best describe me: EXTREMELY RANDOM. That goes for my mood, fashion sense, collection of music, hell, even my friends are rzandom. Although math is NOT my forté, I do know how to + classes, make my money muliply, and how to ÷ my time wisely..and that my friend = the formula for excelling in life. Success is indeed the best revenge. True story, check my transcript and bank statements and then look at y--oh shit your life sucks. Sorry?! I absolutely hate removing the plastic wrap off of new cds and dvds, it takes hella work so I make my litle brother do it. People always have a hard time guessing what nationality I am. I just hate it when people mistake me for Vietnamese or Mexican (and etc.) and then go off thinking I'm stuck up cuz I won't speak in their language. I love it though when Filipinos talk in Tagalog about me and I sit there all quiet...then I bust out my fob tongue and omg, their faces, HILARIOUS! Most of the time, I'm light skinned. But in the summer, I love to fake tan in the salon. I have to pay to get the color you guys get for free being cute at the beach. I'm totally obsessed with the orange sauce from La Vics. You should try it on top of some lasagna! My weight fluctuates. OFTEN. The scale is someone I've had funk with for years, but dude, the mirror is like my bestest pal. So when that bitch tells me I weigh too much, I turn to my reflection and she goes, "damn, my bad, you're still hot!" I'm an exciting drunk... especially when my friends make me park at the "secret parking lot" and I end up staying at the Fairmont cuz "dude, where's my car?" I would love to keep my page on private, so that I can retain whatever personality and originality that the xerox machines haven't confiscated yet. But then again, if people are copying my shit, I must be doing something right, right? Besides, I'd hate to disappoint the masses that have been magically lured and magnetically glued to my page. What will they do without me? Click, click, "private profile?" That's just plain mean. So, I've decided that I shall share myself once more and allow my overly obsessed fans continue their quest; to secretly live vicariously through me. Exs & Hos. -jack.com
PS: I simply meant X's & O's, as in hugs and kisses.
Aww. Did my sarshscasm hwurt your wittle fweelings?
Here. Here's a band-aid for your butt you big baby.
It's just myspace you moronic nincompoops.

"It's not lonely on top when all your friends and family are up there with you!" -Jacqueline Manahan Yamat