meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
I AM: A contradiction of terms.
I SAID: "95 percent! So, it's probably you!!!"
I WANT: To stay in school forever.
I WISH: I could keep a 'hawk always.
I HATE: Phonies. And people who use "like" like always. And the misuse of "to" and "too" and "its" and "it's" and "your" and "you're" and and and and....bigots.
I MISS: The dudes.
I FEAR: Growing old!
I HEAR: Way too much crap. On the radio, around campus, at work, on the streets....
I WONDER: If Nelly Furtado is fully aware of how fugly she's become?
I REGRET: Nothing, for the path I've taken has led me to where I am right now. And I love me.
I AM NOT: As idiotic as I pretend to be.
I DANCE: Like a maroon!
I SING: Impeccably well!
I AM NOT ALWAYS: As interested as I pretend to be. Proper manners and all that jazz.
I MADE: Some unforgettable music.
I WRITE: From the heart.
I CONFUSE: Myself often by overanalyzing the most trivial things.
I NEED: A goddamn vacation.
I SHOULD: Be more conscientious of my daily caloric intake.
I START: Getting hyper whenever I hear "Flagpole Sittah."
I FINISH: With a bang! HA!
I BELIEVE: In just about anything and everything.
I KNOW: That the culture industry sucks ass.
I CAN: Cook like there's no tomorrow.
I CAN'T: Work on my car. Couldn't work on my bike, either. Come to think of it, I am useless. An unabashed mechanical tool. HA!
I SEE: Myself making a difference.
I BLOG: Because I can.
I READ: Way too much theory and not enough for fun.
I AM AROUSED BY: An intellectual blonde that drives a black Acura. Wheeeeeeee!
IT PISSES ME OFF: That the world is filled with dolts.
I FIND: That I have become allergic to chronic stupidity.
I LIKE: To sample strange foods. The weirder it reads on a menu, the more I jones for it.
I LOVE: H. Forevermore.
I SAID: "95 percent! So, it's probably you!!!"
I WANT: To stay in school forever.
I WISH: I could keep a 'hawk always.
I HATE: Phonies. And people who use "like" like always. And the misuse of "to" and "too" and "its" and "it's" and "your" and "you're" and and and and....bigots.
I MISS: The dudes.
I FEAR: Growing old!
I HEAR: Way too much crap. On the radio, around campus, at work, on the streets....
I WONDER: If Nelly Furtado is fully aware of how fugly she's become?
I REGRET: Nothing, for the path I've taken has led me to where I am right now. And I love me.
I AM NOT: As idiotic as I pretend to be.
I DANCE: Like a maroon!
I SING: Impeccably well!
I AM NOT ALWAYS: As interested as I pretend to be. Proper manners and all that jazz.
I MADE: Some unforgettable music.
I WRITE: From the heart.
I CONFUSE: Myself often by overanalyzing the most trivial things.
I NEED: A goddamn vacation.
I SHOULD: Be more conscientious of my daily caloric intake.
I START: Getting hyper whenever I hear "Flagpole Sittah."
I FINISH: With a bang! HA!
I BELIEVE: In just about anything and everything.
I KNOW: That the culture industry sucks ass.
I CAN: Cook like there's no tomorrow.
I CAN'T: Work on my car. Couldn't work on my bike, either. Come to think of it, I am useless. An unabashed mechanical tool. HA!
I SEE: Myself making a difference.
I BLOG: Because I can.
I READ: Way too much theory and not enough for fun.
I AM AROUSED BY: An intellectual blonde that drives a black Acura. Wheeeeeeee!
IT PISSES ME OFF: That the world is filled with dolts.
I FIND: That I have become allergic to chronic stupidity.
I LIKE: To sample strange foods. The weirder it reads on a menu, the more I jones for it.
I LOVE: H. Forevermore.

