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I am a wrapper. I am a waiter. I can wrap while waiting, or wait while wrapping. I came about the majority of my knowledge of both trades while working away summers and holidays in a house of convalescence.
I eat gizzards. I eat them with fervor and relish. When relish is unavailable, I eat them with fervor and fervor alone. "Fervor alone" tastes--for the most part--like plain fervor, but creamier.
I do not like that I am forced to wave my magic HTML wand to convince MySpace to truck with my decision to break my text into paragraphs. I do not like that I am forced to let MySpace's creators'/maintainers' grammar speak for me whenever I have to pick one of the offered selections or pick nothing.
I would rather meet a "whom" than a "who." (The German version of MySpace gets it right, I think, with "Wen ich gerne kennen lernen würde. . . . " I am not entirely certain the German version of MySpace gets it right. I would know if I could actually speak German.)
I mind neither my own mistakes nor the mistakes of others.
If there is something I feel you must know about me before you pass on into the infinite It, it is this: the height of my person does not reach 6'3" without the slight lift of soles beneath my feet. The height of my person does, however, exceed 6'2" whether what is immediately under foot is sole or solid ground. I am forced to tell you this here because the MySpace measuring stick (American Standard, naturally) does not deal in halves.
I do not use the word "force" and its forms lightly, but I do use them frequently. I use them less frequently, perhaps, than a Jedi Master might.
Grouse, grouse, grouse. I am an ungrateful whoreson. MySpace costs me nothing.
Yet.