Sup.
I am The Almighty God of Whatever The Hell I Feel Like. Lord and Master of The Whim. Protector of Random Shit I Like. Creator of Early-Morning Procrastination.
I am The P-Unit. Fear my unforgiving soul, insignificant peons.
Rawr.
Anyway, I write things. I rather enjoy the exercise. Makes up for a lot of stuff, like, you know... life.
Not that I don't like Life. I do. I just kind of think it likes to shit projectile feces at me, sometimes. Temperamental whore.
I like reading. Like, you don't understand. I eat books. With some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
I'm also fond of good movies.
And drawing. Acting. Softball and volleyball. Science, History, English, Spanish- just not math. Sorry. Doesn't make me want to jump for joy.
I'm not religious. Religion doesn't matter to me. I don't need it. I curse, gratuitously; I find it funny as all get-out, and sometimes it's the best way to emphasize.
I'm not depressed. I'm not too angsty. I can be cynical. I'm more of realist, than anything.
If you piss me off (severely), or hurt people I love, or people in general- I'm vicious. Don't do it.
I'm too loyal. I'm too generous. I'm too caring. I'm too forgiving. I'm way too loving.
I'm too much of everything, too. Too awkward. (I'm also an aaaass.)
Words I like:
Squee
Whore
Pwn
Frolic
Inanity
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Oh meh god. I made a story.
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