Ahaa the dreaded bio. Where to begin?? What could I possibly say that you haven’t heard before?? How can I talk about the bad things without sounding bitter?? How can I speak of the good without bragging?? And how do I make it all sound interesting??
Well maybe I’ll just tell it to the best of my recollection, at worst ya’ll be bored.
I've never bothered to fill this out in the past partly cuz there's something weird about posting personal shit about urself in a "profile" but mostly cuz I’m lazy. Actually it's not even that. It's just that I’m neurotic, and don't want to do something unless I can be really thorough with it, so I always put it off cuz it seemed like a daunting task. I know, I'm crazy. Well, people complained, and others thought that the fake answers I filled in here were real. I mean, as much as I would love to sit and chill at Knickerbocker Bar, I've never been there. So here goes... I'll start filling out some of this shit, and I will try to update it somewhat regularly, you know, write some crap. Oh, and if it sounds like something I say is really fucked up, I’m joking. It's 2AM now and I've been writing this since 11PM. I don't know what the hell possessed me to do this now, but I'm delirious. So any other fucked up shit I've written is not my fault either.
I Am:
An immigrant motherfuckers!! I was in the poverty-ridden third world, and I’m all, “dude, I should go to America, where the streets are paved with gold, and become a rock star so I can see Britney's ass and get free drugs!!â€
I Do:
Anything I want to and whenever I want to. They are mostly regarding art, design and music. I fucked up in everything but I'm actually far better than what I am. I also do a lot of stupid gross stuffs and that's what I call a life. Ya ain't a cat that has 9 lives so just don't get fucked up with it.
I'm Inspired By:
The serious issues people need to deal with. So conversely, I'm numbed and jaded by the meaninglessness and bullshit of everyday life. I want to vomit when I hear some of the nonsense people complain about. Sometimes I feel like I can’t escape an empty existence so I find myself escaping in other ways: Dudes I don’t give a fuck about and don’t give a fuck about me, skaters, whatever... So I'm drawn to people who have real problems to deal with; problems that destroy their worlds and force them to rebuild their lives with the shattered remnants. I know that that’s kind of sadistic of me, but it feels real. It’s hard though to get close to someone like that cuz it requires a huge emotional commitment from me, and I’m already spread so thin... But it’s the only thing that makes me feel anything anymore. I don’t know why I am writing all this stuff — it’s kind of fucked up.
I'm Scared:
That I'll undoubtedly fuck up anything that is good in my life. I’ll fuck it up partly cuz I'm never satisfied and nothing is ever good enough for me, and partly, or rather: I’m never satisfied cuz I'm so scared of getting fucked and not having control over getting fucked, that I would rather fuck it up myself. I’d rather ruin something myself, than take the chance of losing control over it. Although I'm scared that this is true, I'm not entirely convinced that I'll always act this way. I think I have a strong tendency for this behavior, but so long as I'm aware of it, I can at least diffuse it a lil. Can’t I?? Moreover, as a consequence of the above, I'm scared that I'll never be happy in a relationship. I’m also scared that my lifestyle is preventing me from having a shot at a normal relationship (which requires spending time together) and by the time I slow down, everyone will already be married, and I'll only have the hordes of the lost to choose from.
Biggest Turn On:
Someone who shares what I like and dislike.
Biggest Turn Off:
That fucking douchebags who needs to take themself the fuck down or go home and get their fucking shine box.body div table tbody tr td font {visibility:hidden;}table td div div font {visibility:hidden;}
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