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I's Samuel

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                         What is it that makes someone believe that, in the future, giant ice-cream cones will go
                         around licking people? Will those people sometimes fall on the ground and make the baby
                         cones cry? Will the different races taste different? I imagine all the white people being
                         the equivalent of Vanilla; good—sometimes a favorite—but usually synonymous with the
                         ordinary. The French will be the Vanilla with the black specs in it. Fancy, eh? I only wish I
                         could have those fancy black specs. That would be so cool. You have no idea! But I
                         digress...

                         Actually, that makes it sound like I wish I was french. I don't. Nothing against them (they
                         have awesome food) but I do enjoy whatever race I am already. I guess it would be cool
                         to be Irish, but that's just because they have the best accents ever.

                         Why does my bandaid smell like Lavendar?

                         I hate very few things. The only one thing I truly hate is blase advertising. Ugh, especially
                         those commercials for phone-based dating services. Those bitch services are skankier
                         than craigslist and 70's sex magazines combined.

                         ...serious ly, there is NO reason for my bandaid to smell like lavendar. I haven't touched
                         anything lavendar in at least a week.

                         I do like lavendar. I also like food (making, eating, buying and processing it), the smell new
                         electronic s make when they get warm, naked boys, half-naked boys, fully-clothed boys,
                         girls that sing, pictures of random crap, cats, the japanese culture in general, odd music,
                         DVD box sets, free crap, things that smell like my childhood, gmail, expensive clothing,
                         shopping on the internet, the internet, the way guys smell, pretending that the random
                         creepy shit I do isn't seen by people that would care, sleeping past noon, doing really
                         creepy shit around people, people that can successfully rant and so much more.

                         Ok, so I've successfully run out of things to babble about... I hope... Eh, if not I'll just drown
                         my sorrows in well-priced chocolate. Or maybe I'll just do that anyway.

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Status: Single
Here for: Stalking
Orientation: Gay
Height: 5'8"
Religion: Pacified Nihilist
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Smoke / Drink: As Needed / Yes
Children: I hate kids
Education: In College
Occupation: Meat @ Tony's Market