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Sassy

A face is a horrible thing to slap

About Me

HEY!Oh god, where do I begin?! There's about one bajillion million things I could say about myself! I could say that I'm a heterosexual, but that would be a lie. I could say that I've been sober for the past 5 years, but that would be a lie too. I could say that I respect women and that I constantly make an effort to be compassionate and virtuous, but, like I said, I don't want to lie. MySpace is all about being honest. In "real life" I pretend to be friends with people, I pretend to care when people tell me their problems, I pretend to respect my boss, my parents, and everyone else who likes to pretend that they're worthy of respect - but everyone knows that all of that shit is just a bunch of silly-business: just a bunch of lies. I could say that I love sunsets, and that WOULDN'T be a lie. I also wouldn't be lying if I told you that I'm a sucker for icecream and a good game of tiddlywinks. I could swear on the bible that I never learned how to swim and I got caught jacking off in the 8th grade....by my entire English class! My heart breaks everytime I see a dolphin and I slapped my grandmother in the face when I was 12. Let's just say this: I'm the most fantastical, magical, miraculous person I know and I'm about 100% sure that I'm better than YOU.

My Interests

Chocolate candies, zebras, cake, buttsex, cigarette smoking after jacking off, porn (anything anal-deluxe), laughing at my bitch-of-a-grandmother, chasing squirrels willy-nilly, calling in sick, stealing, taking big shits and not wiping my booty, crying in public places, dressing up like a homeless man and trick-or-treating, sneaking into my friends' houses and scaring the living turd out of them, prank calling the authorities, getting kicked out of my house and throwing fucking bricks through the goddamn window, crying in private places and wishing that I had someone there to touch my private places and say "This time it's free."

I'd like to meet:

Hey Again!Well...let's see. Who would I like to meet? Now, I'd like to say "you", but chances are you're a fucking dumbass and there's no way in hell you and I could ever hold a real conversation or get along in a comfortable, nonsexual way. According to the statistics (and the statistics don't lie) you're just another American douche bag with a lousy high school education and enough insecurities to flood Jerusalem. As a matter of fact: I don't want to meet you because you suck, and there's not much more I can say to elaborate on my pure and utter loathing for you and your "type". You're an idiot, a coward, a bigot, and everyone knows that at some time in your life you've considered murder, suicide, and a whole gangbang of twisted sexual acts. So, if you're not "you" then let's be friends! I'm looking forward to our friendship...In the meantime I'll just be getting high off sillyglue, toiling in roguery, and playing slaps with my twiddlething until it all comes to a head and I have to clean it up (maybe even off your face) and start all over again.

Music:

Cat Power, Sinead O'Connor, Tori Amos, Fionna Apple, Ace of Base, Gwar...oh yeah, and myself: the best out of all the aforementioned artists.

Movies:

A movie that my "friends" and I filmed just last year of two squirrels buttfucking in the winter snow.

Television:

I had a television once. I pawned it to buy an eighball of coke which I swallowed running from the law. Then I took a shit on the top of my grandmother's brand new mercedes benz. Needless to say, I never saw that fucking television again and I quickly discovered that my saucy-whore-of-a-grandmother had no problems spanking a 19 year old MAN - buttnaked, and in front of all the neighbors.

Books:

The Dead Sea Scrolls.

Heroes:

My grandfather - a man whose genius drove him into insanity in the eve of his days. I'm coming, motherfucker.

My Blog

Part 1. TRUE STORY

last night I was sexually molested by a man who refered to himself only as "Tony Mysterio" as I was walking home from the bakery in the North Austin area.  Although it is terribly distressing for...
Posted by Sassy on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 04:28:00 PST

Diary of an Eight Year Old Girl

Hey guys, I got somethin stuck to my mind and I'm going to have to peel it off - quickly so it doesnt hurt - and slap it in your ugly faces like an English gentlemen.  I've been doing a lot of ...
Posted by Sassy on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 03:40:00 PST

Poem, once again

Hamlet Revisited last night the spook of some familiar force erected in the velvet thick of my sleep. a presence without a face or name to speak of it tapdanced on the throb of my being, and lifted...
Posted by Sassy on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 08:58:00 PST

fuck you and your stupid dog

fuck fuck fuck motherfuck fuck fuck ass shit crap poop poop peepee weewee diarrhea cupcakes. im tired of making poop in my bed and pooping my diaper and pooping in my goddamned girlfriend's hair w...
Posted by Sassy on Sat, 15 Oct 2005 01:08:00 PST

Another Poem

6th Street ...a flock of high-heeled ladies pecking through the neon gloom of a friday night; eager to feed their nesting cunts... fin. ...
Posted by Sassy on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 01:04:00 PST

A Poem

The Dewy Babegiggling: Arg!  Your laughter assaultsmy thinking brain like the cleftfootednightgoblin of my unreal dreams.Ah!  a missile stream of liquid silk, hot hot steaming hot breastmilk...
Posted by Sassy on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 11:46:00 PST

I found the meaning of life.

Friends and comrades I have some very grave and important news to report. Since there is no other way to tell it, I must deliver this message in the form of a true story that took place last night jus...
Posted by Sassy on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST