I'M WRITING IN RED HOLY CRAP
The shock of script in multiple hues has long worn off since the dictation of this most recent addition to my, as the modern youth insist on referring to it as, "Nex". By long and far, the world is in no short supply of pseudo-intellectual dimwits with nothing better to do that keep up a haughty demeanor with the conclusive goal being regarded as something of an elite, or rather, if you will, per se, parlez-vous, "better than you".
So? I'm a jerk. (obligatory smiling emoticon)
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BASICS
| Height: | 179 cm - 183 cm (5'11" - 6') |
| Weight: | 69 Kg - 73 Kg (151 lbs - 160 lbs) |
| Birthday: | May 19, 1990 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Dating: | Single and not looking |
| Living Situation: | Living with parents/relatives |
| Location: | Sherwood Park, Strathcona County, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada |
| Join Date: | 02:45am | Jun 19, '05 |
| Profile Updated: | 02:39am | May 10, '07 |
| Last Active: | 09:29pm | Jan 01, '08 |
INTERESTS
ABOUT ME
LIKES
I tell you what I don't like...fricking mat--oh wait. I guess that's what the dislikes section is for (which conveniently has been replaced with a sample of poetry on food and the times at which said food is consumed).
I can't really tell you what I like. I mean, I like a lot of things. I'm typing with this keyboard, and I mean, it's not my favorite, but you know, I like it. Better than one of those shoddy things from like, the 80s, you know?
So umm, in lieu of a list of my likes (which, I admit, is rather large) I shall present you with a custom built paragraph on myself.
Oh sonofa--that's what the section ABOVE this one was supposed to be for. Well fine then. I remain a bloody mystery. I hope you're happy. Because I sure as hell am't. Aren't. Isn't.
I'm...I'm not happy.
I can't really tell you what I like. I mean, I like a lot of things. I'm typing with this keyboard, and I mean, it's not my favorite, but you know, I like it. Better than one of those shoddy things from like, the 80s, you know?
So umm, in lieu of a list of my likes (which, I admit, is rather large) I shall present you with a custom built paragraph on myself.
Oh sonofa--that's what the section ABOVE this one was supposed to be for. Well fine then. I remain a bloody mystery. I hope you're happy. Because I sure as hell am't. Aren't. Isn't.
I'm...I'm not happy.
DINNER
ODE TO SALAD
I ate a salad yesterday
For the first time
It was kinda sick
Like eating a tree
I loved that tree.
THE WAY OF THE STEAK
Stop
Cook slowly, tenderly
Lovingly
Every second is a moment towards perfection
Let time be your ally, yet trust it not for long
For it will betray you
And your kingdom of meat
Will turn to ash
RICE
Ridiculous, how a grain such as this could turn out to be the perfect addition to any meal.
But it so is.
This is a poem too, believe it or not.
Just a weirdly structured
one.
DESSERT
Dessert is always last
As is this poem
A delicious end
To a crappy page
I hope to god you didn't
Read this whole page
You poor soul.
I ate a salad yesterday
For the first time
It was kinda sick
Like eating a tree
I loved that tree.
THE WAY OF THE STEAK
Stop
Cook slowly, tenderly
Lovingly
Every second is a moment towards perfection
Let time be your ally, yet trust it not for long
For it will betray you
And your kingdom of meat
Will turn to ash
RICE
Ridiculous, how a grain such as this could turn out to be the perfect addition to any meal.
But it so is.
This is a poem too, believe it or not.
Just a weirdly structured
one.
DESSERT
Dessert is always last
As is this poem
A delicious end
To a crappy page
I hope to god you didn't
Read this whole page
You poor soul.
LATEST BLOG ENTRY
11:38pm | Jun 22, '05 | No Comments
I have something very important to say. It is a sad tale. One of muffins, pie, lost hair, horses falling from the sky, and most importantly, a cheesecake. For it is this cheesecake that is at the very heart, the center and soul, of the tale I am about to tell you. Listen closely, for it may very well be the most useless and utterly boring tale you will ever hear...
(DISCLAIMER: If you hate long, drawn out, boring stories written at like, what is it, 1:30 AM, then skip this.)
The cheesecake had no name. From it's conception in a recipe book, to it's birth in a bowl and shaped in a pan, the cheesecake already knew it had a greater calling than just dessert. A higher purpose. A MUCH higher purpose. The cheesecake already knew that it was destined for greatness. What kind of greatness, it never knew. Only that some day, some how, and somewhere, legend would be attributed to his name.
And as that cheesecake, one destined for such great things, contemplated it's existance, another contemplated his situatio
(DISCLAIMER: If you hate long, drawn out, boring stories written at like, what is it, 1:30 AM, then skip this.)
The cheesecake had no name. From it's conception in a recipe book, to it's birth in a bowl and shaped in a pan, the cheesecake already knew it had a greater calling than just dessert. A higher purpose. A MUCH higher purpose. The cheesecake already knew that it was destined for greatness. What kind of greatness, it never knew. Only that some day, some how, and somewhere, legend would be attributed to his name.
And as that cheesecake, one destined for such great things, contemplated it's existance, another contemplated his situatio