I'm not good-looking, I DON'T have a six pack, I'm afraid of napkins, I don't make a load of cash and I have
crazy, malicious eyes that scare the hell out of small animals and Christian fundamentalists.
I don't even know if any of this is real ... I mean ... we might all be just a
tiny universe resting on a dustmite's behind - waiting for the unceremonious end.
Am I rambling? I sometimes forget that I have an audiance and sort of wander off into the abysmal depth's of my own demented mind...
I like pizza ... a lot. I would eat nothing but
pizza almighty every damn day of my joke of a life if only it were possible.
I might anyway.
I like to fish ... and I like to play online. It's fun. I often pretend that I go fishing then lie about it online to people who think that I like to fish for real.
It's all a lie! Just like my pitiful existance - a textbook example of what too much education and not enough supervision can leed to.
Did I mention that I have an unhealthy obsesion with the Octomom? I think she's hot and I will will fight to the death with any man who stands between me and my future overly-fertile bride.
I'm geting really bored now - I blame George W B-B-Bush. He did it because he HATES me!