Who can ever really know? The truth? The perceptions? The vague, unrelated, detatched feeling of as if you are slowly falling only to wake up with a really bad headache?
Oh. You know that? Forget I mentioned it. You must have been there too.
Call it crazy, call it stupid, call it whatever you want, but this is your chance to play a real life game of scavenger hunt. Prizes included...maybe...
I once mentioned about my various profiles all over the lovely place called the 'net'. I've been caught! I'm struggling to get free, I don't wanna be nobodies din din tonight!!!! But it's a little too late for that.
I added em up, folkages. I have 2 myspace profiles, a diary at livejournal, I spy at nexopia, I lurk on bebo, I laugh at lostcherry, I play on runescape and (takes a deep breath) AND SECONDLIFE.
Try and find me, if you dare.
It might be difficult, considering I have a different profile name for each. Extreme kudos if you find me at ONE of those places.
I wonder if I forgot any...
(Yes I did...YouTube...does that count?...Also forgot 43 things...and Flixster..none of which count should you find 'em...What?? I set the rules here...)
If you are dropping by, and are really in the mood for a good, long snoop, then please stick your nose into my blogs. Why? Because I will probably do it to you.
Now what the heck was this supposed to be about again?
Oh, right. About Me.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
I've been slowly changing the boring blurb written here, mostly in some odd way to encourage or entice those of you who stop by. Why bother, you ask? What a decent question. Isn't a profile like a living resume? Am I not here, writing my biting wit, blasphemizing and schpunking all over, simply to impress? Hardly. If I can read this, and like it, that is enough for me. As much as I enjoy notoriety-and my Jones' soda cap said that I would 'soon be in the limelight'-I really don't care what the majority of the world seems to think about what I say or do. And if something you say pisses me off, well, I suppose it must be true. So I guess that is my lame explanation for not caring. But please do me a favour, and tell me directly. I can appreciate it much more that way. Appreciate what, you ask? Your honesty.
You stopped by, and be prepared, if you choose to engage, to have to work hard at maintaining anything you might pretend is a 'network connection'. Like dial up, I lose my connection with a mild interruption. Feel free to share. But don't expect sympathy. No one makes you feel anything.
Oh, and I totally dig this:
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Now that it seems as if I am a mulitple personalitied penis envying weirdo, who seeks attention by vast (and often vulgar) displays of public nudity that send people running for cover...
You are right. You best leave now. Straight to the blogs, for a look into my soul.
Good-day Sally.
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