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About Me

I'm freaking crazy. Lets see. I love anything Cheesy, Movies, music, if it doesn't smell like swiss, it probably isn't good. People tell me I'm a hoot to be with. Wha wha what? Didn't know that.... Lets go outside, I love it there.
I really like this photo... ...its from A VERY glorious date! Wha hahaha!
When I'm home, its hard to find me without a box of matches in my hand...
You know why? Cause Wolcott is a unique place. Let me explain:
Only in Wolcott: …where people say “So don’t I!” in order to AGREE with you.
…where Foster’s is more than just “Australian for beer”.
…where people know the local hairdressers and barbers by name and reputation (“What happened to your hair, man? You go see Vern or something”)
…where people indicate which major Upstate city they went to by pointing either left or right. You have done this. There’s no point in lying.
…where the three gas stations need no distinguishing names. There is the one with the Laundromat, the scary one, and the one that’s right next to McDonald’s.
…where people refer to a restaurant as “The Village”.
…Two words: Tractor fuckin’ parade.
…where a farm is not a farm, it’s Marshall Farms. Trust us, there's a difference.
…where people wait two months to see a movie so they only have to pay three bucks. The Palace rules.
…where people bring a five-dollar bill to a three-dollar movie so they can get a two-dollar bill back. If your brain didn’t explode while reading that sentence, you are from Wolcott. Once again, The Palace rules.
where the beginning of various hunting seasons are almost legal excuses to miss school.
…where you have to drive past the convenience store that’s next to the other convenience store and walk across the street with three bars to get to the pizza place that’s next to the other pizza place. Be careful not to drive too far or you’ll end up on the street with two dollar stores.
…where you can figure out how you’re related to half of the town in about ten minutes. I have done this, and it is terrifying.
I love being at the lanes with this guy right here:
I am also attracted to ANYTHING bad... Bad music, bad T.V. (I Cheesy horror nights ensue left and right, and all around me. I watch stellar movies like:
S.I.C.K (Serial Insane Clown Killers)
Santa’s Slay
Bite Me!!
Zombie Honeymoon
The Tomb
and a whole lot fricken more…
"Video games are bad for us?
That's what they said about Rock n' Roll" -Shigeru Miyamoto

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

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...thats probably the best video in the world.

I would like to meet the guy who put this on my car.. I have a few words for him...

My Blog

There it is....

  I'm very excited.  I must vent this.
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 23:31:00 GMT

Collins College Quote of the Day

Man it was hard to pick the best one...  but here it goes:"...well they introduced that new fighting style in the movie Batman Begins, uh... Brazilian jujitsu.   Man I would really love...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 10:14:00 GMT

F it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

some fuck, fucked with my space... so fuck it.  man, I'm not rebuilding this shit.  I had it just how I had wanted it.  Fuck it.
Posted by on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 22:52:00 GMT

Don't leave yourself behind

What does it mean?         & nbsp;  Thats my question.  What does it all mean when you just find you dont feel like you anymore?  Mental Heal...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 01:00:00 GMT

Hoopla

"friends, spenardians, countrymen, lend me your ears. i come to bury myspace, not to praise it. the online pseudo-socializing that men do lives on after them, the genuine, reality based friendmaking i...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 22:13:00 GMT

What do you think? Input ...PLEASE

Last night I had the most horrible dream...  I can't shake this uneasy feeling of what happened to me. I guess it starts out like this... (I hope I can convey through words the sheer fright I fel...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 13:39:00 GMT

There is no subject here.

Those eyes they pierce into my soul, my beating heart.   Always questioning, trying to break me apart.   Those eyes look so full of pain, so tired and strained.   What do they want with...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 08:02:00 GMT

My first attempt at "blog"

I'm so lonely, where the hell has my life even gone?  I'm trying to figure out what you meant when we were through.  I think I've been lying to myself.
Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 01:31:00 GMT