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Arya

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I am a sensitive artist. Nobody understands me because I am so deep. In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read, Music that nobody else has heard, And art that nobody else has seen. I can't help it Because I am so much more intelligent And well-rounded.Than everyone who surrounds me.I stopped watching tv when I was six months old Because it was so boring and stupid And started reading books And going to recitals And art galleries. I don't go to recitals anymore Because my hearing is too sensitive And I don't go to art galleries anymore Because there are people there And I can't deal with people Because they don't understand me.I stay home Reading books that are beneath me, And working on my work, Which no one understands

My Interests

Medicine, Cars, Having a good timetrukz.com

I'd like to meet:

woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable.This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast. Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.

Music:

Everything... even 1 or 2 country songs (thats it though)

Movies:

Waiting, Office Space, Harold and Kumar, Transporter

Television:

House, Family Guy, Sopranos

Books:

Angels and Demons, Catch 22, Slaughterhouse 5