About me: imperfection incarnate. Weak. Sad. Pathetic. Out of shape but not the fattest. Not the smartest. Not the dumbest. A personal hygiene regimen that is less frequent than than of many. Some environmentally-friendly cleaning products, but not all. Discount name brands. Don't always wash fruit before I eat it. Sometimes forget to brush my teeth. Sometimes wear the same pants for a week. Several pairs of the same kind of sneakers. Alternately loathing and loving of strangers.
Who I'd like to meet: my perfect self. Then kidnap her, and steal her soul.
I've never stopped to comment before, but I feel compelled today to tell you--I love the change to pink. Your page makes me hungry for Hostess snowballs, strawberry Nerds and cherry candy floss. Plus a soupcon of insulin. Injected directly into my pancreas.
Your picture seems to suggest some sort of cycloptic dog-pony. It also appears to be skinned...for comsumption? I hope not. Maybe this is really where free-ranged pork chops come from. One day you will introduce this monstrocity to your face. For kisses, French-Canadite style.
Have I mentioned how awesome we are? You with your creepy cat face...me with my blatantly gay pose and profile. We are a match only made in some heaven that likes to hook creepy cats and gay men up. I also LOVE pancakes, except for the texture and taste of them.
You said the book I'm reading is brillant...and it is. Which one, though? Everything I read is brillant, except for student writings. Those can be...how do you say?...retarded. Angela's Ashes is amzingly funny and tragic, while Everything is Illuminated is hilarious. I just want to add, this is my third comment in a row. You need more Friends-you-have-never-met-in-real-life (Which is American for Morons with too much time).
Of course. Sorry to here about your ladyballs. I heard when they freeze off that it can be very unpleasant. You should try shrouding them in copious amounts of cotton. Then you'll have cotton balls.
You are no stranger! Who else would I talk to as I would walk to get more tattoos? Only my Canadian superstar. By the way, you can come to the Zombie-Jesus preparty. How goes the Great White North? We may have never met in person, but that doesn't mean we never will!
