cigarettes, games, Mello, pwning n00bs, hacking government computers and replacing their files with porn
ZELDA DANCE FTFW.
Music
rock, punk, synth, electro, darkwave, metal, etc
Movies
The Matrix trilogy, Blade Runner, Kill Bill 1 and 2, Pulp Fiction, Sin City, Saw trilogy, Underworld, Juon 1 and 2, Metropolis, New Rose Hotel, Akira, Ghost in the Shell
Ohay, I'm Matt.
I like smoking, gaming and other fun activities.
I hate boredom, bright lights and bad Chinese takeout.
I'll finish this later, maybe.
(And I'd just like to OOC-ly add; I've never done srs bsns rp before, but I do like to consider myself as semi-literate. Also, I won't be on everyday. Just a heads up.)
ALSO: Plz don't be like, 14 years-old and randomly add me. It makes me feel pedo. D:
I ALWAYS SAID I WAS BETTER AT KARAOKE THAN YOU'D EVER BE.
(OOC: w-why is that so hot? >.<' That's how I thought he'd sound in English, not that...MONSTER they chose T_T lol, Mello saying "my sisters and me. " Also what the hell is darkwave music?
Nnngghh b-but I LOVE comment-spams! ;3;! You shoulda done it. And by "go on" surely you mean "sign in to, check for possible messages and leave," yes? I've been pretty neglectful of all interwebs as of late u_u
WTF MATT JUST BECAUSE IT'S true ABOUT A BLONDE AND THERE'S FANART TITLED THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT'S MY SONG DAMN YOU .. Hot Pants and High Heels by ~l0onyl0opylupin on deviantART *did not just post that*
NOT LIKE YOU'RE EVER ON HERE EITHER, MISTER I-STILL-HAVEN'T-RESPONDED-TO-MELLO'S-LAST-MESSAGE! >:|
FUCKER. I was uploading pictures and my friend kept heckling me to finish so we could leave and eat fancy health food >_> NOOO, CHANCE TO COMMENT-SPAM MISSED! ;A;
What? But fighting's more fun than half the other things we end up doing with how wishy-washy you are. Seriously, a little rough play once in a while wouldn't kill you, would it? I mean, maybe it's not really your thing, but c'mon, I play versus you in your games all the time; can't you do me the same favor in mine?
Yeah, no, that's not an excuse. Hal's only like...twenty-five or something, I think. I don't care, she's cool. *shrug* You know I don't pay attention to age. Pfft, riiight, because blowing into a speaker to make a bubble expand is SO HARDCORE. Yeah, I've seen your Wario, I know. I'd be less ashamed to be seen with you if you played the PSP in public more often instead of that stupid DS. At least it'll seem like my lackey isn't a sissy.
Nn, don't worry about it, all that pent-up anger has been properly channeled now [OOC: O RLY?], so maybe I wouldn't even be the same me without all that juvenile shit back then. *evil grin+snicker* I'd really like to see him on the streets without his little SPK backbone. He'd make the worst hooker EVER. Ha, Matt, were you gonna say I was pretty~? Aren't I still~? *flutters eyelashes*
*nonexistant!eyebrow quirk in direction of laptop* Um, I choose the dude with the blade hat, 'cause he's pimpin', and I can do this. *throws it directly at your head with A MIGHTY FORCE*
[sorry man, inner Mello has more important things than logging onto MySpace and replying apparently D:]
Oh shut it, you know I like to provoke anything and everything. Don't feel all ~speshul~ or whatever....dammit if you don't mind then just play along for once. Let me stress my point: cheerleaders are not cute. They make me want to cut off their pigtails and feed 'em to them. Nobody should be that fucking perky. That's why I actually got along with Hal, she was beyond that stupid teenybopper shit. And, wait, a cheering game;? Okay, please explain to me again why you got the handheld system for pussies?
MATT. HOW COULD I. I don't care HOW many other retards thought the same thing, they knew better than to say it TO MY FACE. That asshole Near never forgot, either, I could see it in his creepy soulless eyes and the way he'd smirk ever-so-slightly in my direction. UGH, HE PISSES ME OFF. *snaps chocolate again* Yah, yanno how they say sometimes it's worse to be really close to a goal and fail than to be farther behind? This--*demonstrates small height difference with hands* is an illustration of how I feel about that little prick. Except you're the one who's just barely not good enough. Get it? So...yeah. *stares at the floor for a second* That.
*bursts into room, face red with rage* GIVE ME. MY LIGHTER. *notices stance and squints one eye* What the hell, Matt, you think we're in Mortal Kombat? *briefly imagines overheard in-game battle music, then picks up a discarded Frisbee* Don't make me go Shaolin Monks on you with this, man.
*pout* Aww, I was sorta looking forward to finding out... Ugh, cheerleaders? *sneer* Those peppy, brainless, bulimic bitches? You must be shitting me. *snaps chocolate which has materialized from some pocket* If not, at least let me comfort myself by repeating that in my head. Dude, you're better than that. You could at least have gone for the biker chick/dominatrix or something...*cough*
Mhm, maybe it's just the chocophile within speaking, but yeah. Heh, my ego hasn't grown, it's matured. Like fine wine. *smirks and straightens posture* That's what you get for calling me a girl the first time we met. Karma's a bitch, ain't it? *wicked grin*
Baawww, take it. Not like I don't have back-ups...*checks same pocket from before* Hey, waitafuckingsecond, that's the silver one that matches my belt buckle! I paid out the ASS for that thing! GET BACK HERE, DICKWAD. *sprints towards the bedroom with murder in his eyes*
You think you can get away with insulting me just by capitalizing shit? Pssh, I bet you just accidentally pressed Caps Lock. Ahaha, it "won't fly"? Well, technically, fag is slang for cigarette back in England, so I can pull the "term of endearment" card too, bud. Tell me, what do you think you can do about it, fag-boy?
Mmhmm, right, looks TOTALLY weird. ...if your definition of weird is "FUCKIN' ACE." I'd make a hot smoker? I'll take that as a compliment, but it's pretty much fact that I'd make a hot anything, so eh. And I'm keeping the lighter out. Y'know. Just in case...things need burning...OF COURSE I GOT OVER MY PYROMANIA WHY DO YOU ASK.
Who do you think you're calling BITCH, fag? And damn right I was fast, I can't very well let some other fucker be the first on your friends. I gotta be number one SOMEWHERE, alesidfkgjhik.
What kind of freak are you that you don't get off on chocolate?! Seriously, dude, that's not natural. *glares at cigarettes* You don't remember what I said last time you brought those things out around me? Ritualistic sacrifice? Funeral pyre? Etcetera?
FAILURE
