Things that make me happy.....
SNL - High School Musical 3
Yo! Gabba Gabba Party In My Tummy
The details of my life are quite
inconsequential...Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving
belingerie owner from Belgium, with low grade
narcolepsy and a penchant for buggary.
My mother was a fifteen year-old French
prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink.
He would make outrageous claims like he'd
invented the question mark. Sometimes he
would accuse chestnuts of being lazy...
the sort of general malaise that only the
genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon,
luge lessons. In the Spring, we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag
and beaten with reeds, pretty standard, really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe.
At the age of fourteen there was an Austrian named
'Vilma,' who ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There's really nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's
quite breathtaking I suggest you try it.
But seriously, I like jeans that fit well. I don't understand
people that don't like their jeans to fit well.
Well, I think that's serious :)
Happiness is watching the baby animal special
on the Discovery Channel.
And cupcakes.
Then there's all that other stuff in between.
I value my independence above all else.
I am optimistic to a fault. I think the "long haul"
known as life is really going to be long,
an idea not coinciding with blind optimism.
I find that combination confusing.
I like to break into the robot at random moments
and rip out Whitney Houston songs in public settings.
That's okay, though, everyone loves me anyway.
I'm very well-liked. I always have a shoulder for
my friends to cry on or an ear for them to gossip in.
I like gangsta rap, but not gangsta ballads.
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