I feel like singing today:
Yey, bor svürn, dee yüm, bdishke dü,
Yey borschker der dee yorp
hmm børk børk børk!
[throws mouse over shoulder]
We are all doomed.
90% of everything you can buy SUCKS.
I'm scared, yet there's nothing to be afraid of.
I want a real enemy so that I can fight my fears.
I fucking hate wilty, sighing, sad bands because they remind me of my amorphous dread.
I don't like bands where the guys wear makeup except for Gary Numan and maybe 70's glam. From the 80's on, if they wear makeup, they'd better be female. I think this is because I'm afraid to seem gay, yet I honestly don't enjoy Depeche Mode, Erasure, the Pet Shop Boys, Duran Duran, the Cure (well, sometimes)...
Not just hot chicks: all people scare me.
I'm 40. I'm engaged, professional, homeowner, no kids. I fix things. I like heat more than cold, old more than new, manual more than automatic, vi more than notepad, actions more than words.
I'm tall, smart, responsible, healthy, and okay if you get me at a good angle. I freak out a little bit when I get really upset. I believe that we are all doomed, DOOOMED, but I may be wrong.
