'kos fan #1

I trapped a mouse on a sticky pad. Trying to do the right thing, i sprayed poison all over it. This in turn soaked the sticky pad and set the mouse free. I now have a half-dead mouse somewhere in my house, which now also smells like poison. This is a metaphor for my life.
UPDATE: Caught the mouse again. The poison may have freed it; but the harsh cold, pile of snow on top of it, and log I threw at it were not so forgiving. RIP old friend, you are missed.

I respond violently to spam messages just hoping to one day make the mistake of blowing my chances with a really hot girl named Candy who is wearing a bikini and really does want to video-chat with me on MSN Messenger.

Girls seem to have an extremely loose definition of the term "athletic body type" here on myspace.

I rip the tags off of almost all of my shirts and sweaters. I have holes in most of them because of it. That's a risk i'm willing to take.