Dan

Street lights turn off when I walk under them. Not all the time, mind you, but way more often than they should. I'm not sure what this means. I have extremely poor impulse control. I hate hippies, telephones, and mushrooms. I've had a bona fide near-death experience. I don't have the whole girl thing figured out just yet. The president of the New York Dairy Farmer's Association gave me a vintage Niagara Falls Postcard from 1939. I have an extensive collection of hotel key cards. The Dalai Lama and I once got into an internationally-publicized tiff (no, seriously). I'm too emo. I like long jokes that seem like they aren't going anywhere, but really they are. I dislike being asked questions I couldn't possibly know the answer to. "Why doesn't my cell phone work?" I have absolutely no idea. I have very weak senses. My friends are my life. I am completely obsessed with food. I will school your ass at Street Fighter II, and don't think that I won't. I am proud to say that I know all of my MySpace friends in real life. I see no point in false humility. I am a patriot, and anyone who says otherwise is not. Give me something to win, and I'll win it.
Propagandhi for peta2.com"Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without ploughing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand; it never has and it never will." --Frederick Douglass