PenguinToast

My best friend's mom made cookies once and handed me one while it was still warm. "Oh my God, ann." I said, "These are amazing, they're a culinary triumph...they're orgasmic." She said, "Nothing says lovin' like an orgasm fresh out of the oven." In a way, she's right. In another way, she's really creepy. I’m a person who has to fight the urge to fabricate details about who I am to make this remotely entertaining for me…so, the following facts are true no matter how insipid. Foremost, I’m a troubadour for silence, who finds existential solace in being an agnostic-transcendentalist. I love celebrating the nano- details in life such as French toast, with the raisinsand deep bellybuttons because bellybutton lent is hysterical. Sometimes when I brush my teeth the gag reflex kicks in and I feel like i might throw up a little and I find that such an odd paradox. Human observation is the best inspiration, oh, and I’m still looking for the softest substance known to man, “Muffinite” if you find it let me know. I have a tattoo of an atom and I’m delusional enough to think that it keeps me grounded but I’m smart enough to know that I really need a negative ion. Surreal moments occupy 95% of my time but I do have the ability to translate for people who only speak in streamline of conciseness and random thought. At the end of the day I’m usually so tired that I leave my dirty clothes on the floor. My passions run amuck, I’d prefer to travel on a long windy gravel road to nowhere then a straight highway to everywhere. found this travel layout at HOT FreeLayouts.com