Laszlo - Professional MyStalker

About Me

I like to read stories about people that have more interesting lives than I do. I have trouble getting to sleep and hate waking up. I like to go to bars and watch all the cute girls get hit on by stupid guys, and then go home alone. I overthink everything. I am random, but not spontaneous. I am colorblind, physically and intellectually. I hate wearing shorts, just seems like a waste of material. I love denim. And finally, I am a snob.

My Interests

Places that start with "The" and have a world famous anything. Crossword puzzles. Listening to people who know something that I do not. Things that have smells that can only be described with adjectives not normally used for scents (e.g., "old," "hairy," "arrogant," "blue," etc.).

I'd like to meet:

People who have to laugh when they are apologizing for laughing at an inappropriate time. Cool people who want to get coffee late at night. Cute girls who do not always drink to get drunk. I really want to meet one of those guys who post "spontaneous" pictures of them flexing so I can ask them if those pictures help them meet girls. Because if it does...

Music:

I listen to whatever my iPod tells me too.

Movies:

all kinds, i know too much about too many

Television:

Late night infomercials. Anything with cartoon characters. Cheesy 80's movies that are on during Sunday afternoons.

Books:

I read whatever is recommended to me. So if you know a good book, tell me about it.

Heroes:

Malcolm X, because he... no I meant Professor X... wait, which one created the X-men?

My Blog

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They will probably reunite in a strange and awkward setting& like when auspicious gets misspelled If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put "u" and "i" together, and then I...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 06:11:00 PST

Maybe It's All Gallagher's Fault

The seedless watermelonbears no children.Society has deemed it necessaryto rob the watermelon of its substance--its sole reason for being--just so that it is easier to digest--easier to take without t...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:05:00 PST

It's Kind Of Like Those Scenes In A Tv Show When Two Characters Talk After They Break Up

She used to like him,it's true.Ask her, I'm sure she'll tell you...but something happened,I won't tell you what,but something happenedand all that ended.She probably still likes him,but she won't admi...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 02:47:00 PST

Chap. 21 Expression

A generation of lost children trying to rebuild their broken homes and shattered gods. We have no great conflict, our wars are petty. We have lost all identity because previous...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:45:00 PST

I Shifted My Weight To Find A Sense Of Comfort

"It's good to see you," she said. I could see in her eyes that it wasn't. I was just a painful reminder of me. She asked how I have been. I struggled to find a euphemism for Depression L...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:12:00 PST

i sat at a table with Hell written near it

Sitting on the second floor I see her, Pen resting on her lower lip, set against a backdrop of bar-encrusted windows and the Seattle sky space needle and all. From her angle ...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:10:00 PST

One of these days it is going to be hip to leave your shirt label out.

Billboards walk around the streets and window shop for new images. "What brand will help me express who I am?" Current styles and price tags rob the blind masses of identity...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:08:00 PST

Indifferent Eyes

I looked into her indifferent eyes and told her that I didn't mean to hurt her. It was only thing I said to her that was true. The person she met was warm and optimistic told her lies of a futu...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:07:00 PST

And in the Absence of All Things Symbolic

I am the last moment in an hour glass frozen in air unable to join my peers I am the uneaten pile of steamed vegetables hoping to be consumed waiting to be useful I am the arcade...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:04:00 PST

Live At Jittery Joes

He sits atop a little stage, guitarin hand. He sings a sad and lonely songabout a sad relationship that lefthim all alone. His voice unsteady, eyesunblinking, and emotions unchecked. Hehas put himsel...
Posted by Laszlo - Professional MyStalker on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 07:49:00 PST