Sandra

brrrrrappp! bleep bleep! dooleedoo!
sandra sanniban
1978 - 2007
died tragically while saving a kitten from getting hit by a space shuttle. yep, she already died once before by falling into an open gully when she jumped out of her car to meet the love of her life. she dies very often lately. sometimes she does that. the kitten survived.
here are the facts:
my hair. my natural hair color is green. my parents are trolls that's why it's green. it currently turns into blue. i don't know why. maybe i ate too many gummi bears. but i don't look good neither with green nor with blue hair and that's why i dye it. brown.
i'm currently suffering from penguinitis. penguinitis makes you stay awake at nights just thinking about penguins and feeling great love towards them. it's fatal.
i don't trust things that can dance and sing simultaneous. simultaneous dancing and singing robots, dogs, cats, bunnies, llamas, santas, bananas, tina turner, whatever... they are all evil and can go to hell. that does not apply to penguins though.
i never use spell check. spell check is the root of all evilness. it misses misspelled words and makes you question the whole goddamn world.
i love random rhymes.
i also love llamas. random, brown, normal, not simultaneous dancing and singing llamas on random fields. and pigeons taking the train in berlin.
i live in berlin.
if you stay longer than a month in berlin, the city will eat you and you can't escape anymore. no matter how much you hate it you're doomed to stay here.
yesterday someone told me i'd speak without berlin dialect. i did not notice that. wow. something is apparently wrong with me.
i STILL do not have a tramopline.
turns out i can't spell trampoline.
i rock quite hard.
sometimes not so.
i love to eat nutella with a spoon.
i can write in morse code.
irony is one of my favorite things.
"I think if I was capable of falling in love with a woman's words, then 'Give me cookies! Irony doesn't work on the internet' would do it for me. fucking poetry." -Ryan Pink said that about me
this coming from a fucking awesome poet made me blush a little.
btw. this page is free of irony detectors. it lies in the perception of the reader to recognize any kind of more or less tasteless irony. if you feel offended by anything you see or read on this page, press "Alt-F4" and it will be reported to the mighty lord of evilness who will kill me instantly.
...in case you use a macbook, congratulations, you are gay!
p.s. why do i never get spam comments about ringtones and penis size? I feel left out here. someone is responsible that i don't get those comments and i denounce it!
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