i am glad to finally have my space. this is my space. yours is over there. so. hi how are you im fine thanks for asking.i am a person. i live on the north american continent. i like to wear things on my wrists. i'm interested in the popping of pimples. i wear my hair in a questionable manner. i am really into miss piggy right now. yes. miss piggy. i get bored like its my hobby. i prefer to be annoyed with things. i have oral fixiation. constantly. proudly. i bleed broadway blood. i'm a fan of post-its and their various uses. i always forget to send my mail. i need new shoes. i wear broken sunglasses*. i loathe watching/hearing/sensing someone in my vicinity eating cereal; nothing against the cereal, moreso the reckless cereal eater. (crucify the soup slurper as well). i enjoy jesus as a pop icon. i enjoy the act of cuckolding. i type lower case yet scribe in capitals. i use words inaccurately and egregiously. i believe in the flexibity of the english language and its endlessness of possibilitiums. i rarely start a sentence with the word 'i'. i lie quite a bit. im lying now. lying down. im sitting actually. so am i lying? im finished with y'alls. myspace myplace mylanta.*i fixed them.i wear black and blue often though "they" say it shouldnt be done. i often wonder who "they" are. i sometimes think i'm included in "they". i hang things on my walls. i enjoy trinkets knick knack. i'm indifferent about patty wacks. i do like to give a dog a bone. i winked there. i enjoy television programs amy palladino supervised over. i am very fond of john updike. ah. run. Run. i am curious as to whether john updike giggles at his own name. i think blogging is a strange, awkward phenomenon, didn't people used to lock their journals. i realize the minute hypocritical twang of being on myspace and mocking blogging. i maintain there is a difference. i am also very intriqued by the popularity of dubbing things "awkward". i know hand gestures, not based in any sort of sign language, are often associated with things being "awkward". i refer to celebrities by their full names when i meet them/spot them in the street. i will yell out 'hi john updike!' when i see him and i will laugh because his last name is updike.i am EXCEEDINGLY happy about the present as a present of a gifted gift computing machine makes myspacing much more satisfyingly embracing! i am elphaba held in such thigh esteem when people eat me they will dream because of trytophaaaaaaaan.... turkey gizzard and iiiiiiiiii.
i am addicted to singing. i would forward any of your doubts on this issue to one meg kane--she of down the hall--as she sits through many a concert without ever having purchased a ticket or exiting the apartment. i am telling you i'm not going. i wouldnt mind if everyone could remove any audio additions to their myspace as the last thing i want to here is your crap in the midst of my leonard bernstein. i apologize for calling your taste in music "crap". i'm not relenting though, you probably listen to crap if your playlist differs from mine the slightest iota. i'm sorry i cant talk right now, i am way too busy searching for a newer, better, less cliche, more interesting myspace layout that someone created for me so i didnt have to acquire the skill, only the style. i am an essential ingredient to an empty culture of cultural emptiness* (*like the preceeding sentence--see?)
i dont like to be out in the cold and come across some pedestrian who finds the complete lack of warmth comical and shows it via his or her ridiculous wardrobe i.e., ornately wooly "Russian"-esqe hats with flaps or anything resembling a Dr. Seuss character. i think this also goes for the elder generation when it comes to accidentally dressing like a geriatric clown shrouded in a drape of magenta fox with clementine orange mink highlights.
i wonder why i deem others incompetent of their tasks while i bask lazily doing nothing but slamming the gravel high near jack daniels or his cheaper kin my side.
i fuck you. i mean that nicely.i damn spring awakening and i damn myself for growing damn fond of it. i would say "boner" in a spring awakening themed rorschach inkblot test. i cant but rant said the rat on the mat, one flew blue swish, green eggs and manwich. i dont want to ever catch any of you eating on the subway. i can forgive a granola bar or handful of gummi bears but tuna, buffalo wings, and everything else should be death penalty material as far as im concerned. i'd also like from subway passengers a tad, nay, a heap, of effort focused on the importance of not having repugnant B.O. i spy with my spry pupil the dry end to my drivel: fo' schitzel me mitzel.myspaceofcakesvillaintmisbehavinlivingcolorpurpulling
mychaingangleesmith,jrod.i bet adding a sports figure to my page will make things much less gayer in here-- this one will surely toughen things up, right?
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