No Better Introduction than a Survey…

So that’s why this isn’t one. I have no damned use for filling in the blanks to let you know who I am. I have no reason to let you know who I am. Besides, I barely know who I am. Maybe you can figure it out for me? Nah. I’d rather figure it out myself. At least I have something to live for…

Fair warning. I am a parenthese fiend. (even though I can’t spell it.)

When I make fun of spelling, I say speel. No, I’m not that retarded that I think its right. I’M BEING WEIRD.

I am insane. Really. Now excuse me while I run into a wall. Really.

I have damned near no life. There are a half dozen or so names that will show up in here, and they will never change.

Satan lives in my locker.

I hate people.

If you’re confused, ok. Just say something, and maybe I won’t laugh.

I write too much, or too little. Too damned bad for you.

That’s it.
Piss off.
-Me