Will

I really don't know what to say. I love dogs and I can't imagine life without music. I'm a very contemplative person... I'm an introvert, and deep down I'm a sad soul. I'm not necessarily the easiest person to get along with (my parents always liked to tell me that I don't discriminate... I hate everyone), but I'll do my best not to disappoint you if you actually get to know me. I'd love to be loved, and it would mean a lot to me if I had an "algo"... you know, one of those things so that cuando mira en mis pupilas, sabe que Dios no dejó de existir. I am always sarcastic and love to joke around. I'm also quite fond of the Russian language, and I will use this as an opportunity, along with my knowledge of Russian (and of creating Russian verbs from English ones and transliterating English nouns and adjectives into Cyrillic and adding "-skii" to the end), to tell an original children's story. Anyone with a basic knowledge of Russian, or a nice internet translator, should enjoy it. Nevermind, since it won't let me write in Cyrillic, I'm not so sure that that Altavista translator will be of much help anymore. (For starters, it's title translates as "Corpulent Pig Bastard".) "Tuchnyi Svin'yavskii Pobochnyi" Kazhdyi den' tuchnyi svin'yavskii pobochnyi vkhodil na urok russkogo yazyka i sel pered Svetoi, obstruktovaya eë vid doski. Sveta byla iz V'etnama; poetomu ona byla gukskaya suka, no vsegda govorila "spasibo" ochen' ochen' fuglomu pobochnomu (F-U-GL-YI, u nego net alibi, on fuglyi, da, da, on fuglyi) kogda on ei daval bumagu. Sveta serdilas' na tuchnogo svin'yavskogo pobochnogo, i khotela polozhit' ogon' pod ego stulem, chtoby umeltovat' zhir ot ego assa! Odnako, my dolzhny vspominat', chto tuchnyi svin'yavskii pobochnyi ne byl Svetinym viktimom -- nastoyashchye viktimy byli vse donuty, gamburgerochki i krisko, kotorye tot pobochnyi el.