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JOKER FOR PRESIDENT! Well hello there! It's nice to meet you! My name is {insert my snazzy name here}! I hope you weren't expecting to find out my real name, you nosy platypus! Well, don't I sound awfully perky! Why? Well, I have no idea. Perhaps it has something to do with that ice cream I had. It did taste rather funny. So anyways, hi! Wait, I already said that! Strike that! Okay, I just did... Anywho, now I'm confusing myself! Why am I confusing myself? Aw s**t, there I go again! Well, in order to avoid confusion {it's a little late for that! Me: stop talking to yourself! Geez, you act like a damn schizophrenic!}, I guess I should say something about myself. But what to say... Well, I could tell you who I am. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girl, and monkeys of several species {wait that made no sense}, I present to you... Me! One of the most contradictory, controversial people you will ever meet! Besides Little Jimmy Urine of course... I am: -the voices in your head. -the queen of sarcasm. Wanna fight about it? -the person who's watching you when you feel like you're being watched. -your father's brother's niece's 64-and-a-half-times-removed second cousin's brother Daniel's best friend's auntie's former college roommate. Therefore I am related to all of you. *hiss* -the bad girl who makes Jimmy wanna go straight to video. Oh yeah, by the way, I'm a prairie dog. I'm little, pudgy, and show up in unexpected places. So take that! *throws a random spork at your eye* Not so tough are you now, huh? Blinded by my Prairie-Dog-Awesomeness! Ahem. Kinda forgot to take my meds... and it's two in the morning. I'm random, if you haven't seen that already. Some people say my smarticeness has affected my brain so that I'm crazy. I don't see how that works. Then again, I don't see much I like black. And studs. And my coolio belt with the silver bullets which I'm 99% sure are fake. And keep in mind, there is a 1% margin of error. People say I'm emo, punk, goth, yet I'm so not those things. I like rock and black. So what? Shall I call all you people who like rap ghetto? GHETTO. There I said it. To who, how the hell do I know? You know who you are. *ducks bullets with threatening letters in them* I'm just kidding. Or maybe I'm not. Who knows? Not even I don't. SOMEONE HELP ME! Now I shall move on! What's that magical elves? Favorite bands? Your wish is my command, oh great, yet oh-so-small ones! Mindless Self Indulgence {that show was so totally funny! Jimmy, I shall one day steal your beautiful pointy hair!}. Placebo {Oh Brian, you and your tea, just had to interrupt our show to have your cup o' tea}. Panic! at the Disco {I will never remove the exclamation mark! It made you... you! Well, I might forget someday, but you will always be P!ATD to me! *sobs uncontrollably*}. The Beatles {Yes, I know, I know, "two of them are dead!". But the band is like... old! That doesn't mean I can't still like them! If you wanna hear good Beatles [and I'm not just talking Across the Universe here] listen to A Day in the Life and Hello Goodbye. Good songs. Good songs... *twitches spasmodically* You so knew I had to use that word in here}. Did I forget any? Hmmmm... No I don't think I did. Then again, I have short-term memory loss. It wouldn't be the first time I forgot something. Like I remember one time... Actually, I don't remember. All I remember is forgetting. I blame Bleach. If you want to listen to more of my randomness, PM me or comment me. Otherwise, I don't know what else to tell you. "I am oodly flabbergasted at you young whipper-snappers' shenanigans!" {<-- Favorite phrase... ever.} Goodbye all you nosy platypuses!
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she a bytch
neva hugged meh
neva talked to me
it sucked
so i broke up wiff her =P
jooooo??!!?!?!?!?
-hugzz-