She reads too much(especially slash hpfanfiction and foxtrot), writes instinctive poetry, lives by the law of procrastination,possesses the characteristic traits of a couch potato, occupies her time with swearing at Math's disharmony with her dysfunctional brain and craves dictatorship in the confines of her room where she plots to take over the world and turn all the humans into rabbits.
She doesn't like The Angst. The Angst is what happens when teenagers write bad poetry and listen to Hawthorne Heights and think they're deep. She used to like The Angst. She is older and wiser now.
And lastly, she supports gay rights, circumstancial choice-making and speaking in 3rd person tonalities.
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steve guyger's latest album
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To Whom It May Concern,
Why don't you leave me alone? Even if you have this huge grudge on me, the obsessive sort which possesses you with an unsatiable urge to put me through a paper cutter, and feed the strips into the trash bin, was it really necessary to hold me up in an aimless online conversation to explain precisely what you supposedly think of me? I wouldn't have minded, except your grammar is appalling enough to have me desperate for fictionpress therapy. Your fractured english must have tumbled five floors.
Frankly, I can comprehend anger, even when the reasoning leaves me grasping for possibilities as to why you might be potentially teetering off your rocker. This is 2007 and romance can be found auctioned on eBay. Do you listen to what you are saying when you whine to me about how I am mauling a priority of your life? I'd made it very clear that my life is infinitely more important to me than you, especially since to you I'm just a convenient punching bag for your overdosed rants, and I find it incredibly amusing that you seem to assume that every minute of my day belongs to you.
By all external appearances, you certainly don't meet the criteria regarding level of sanity for girls I am open to being acquaintances with. If we have met eitherwise - when I had my senses trapped in my back pocket - you must have been insignificant for the only bitch I have seen in months is my neighbour's dog. I didn't mean to be rude by falling asleep the other day over our conversation; its just that you are so interesting it dazzles me and I close my eyes in response to the giddiness. My puny brain cannot handle the awesomeness. I guess it must be sort of like when you run too many applications on a computer and it hangs, because I often feel like hanging myself whenever you talk to me yourself in my presence.
Sweetheart, could you go shopping for a life? I sort of demand you get one before I look one up on Classified for you. Thanks!
Love,
K
PS; Thanks for weathering all that for me, Madeeva. Even if I look hard, will I get a friend like you?