someday, my prince will come
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biography
blogs are dramaticised. mine, in particular, being especially so.
self-dilute my satirical nonsense, as you deem fit. i am generally a lot lesser than my insubstantial vernacular. comments are generally unappreciated and ignored. unless you have been involved in a clandestine scandal with me, i will pretend to be ignorant to your cognizance of this humble presence. i am on a perpetuated diet. i am unbelievably stubborn. i am ridiculously fickle-minded. i am full of shit. i know. |
chatter
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where has it gone? @ 00:57
i decided not to publish the blog that i had earlier written on my birthday. why? reading it bores the hell out of me. i think witty jack came along the other night and claimed my wits to be his own. i'm so devoid of literary prowess that it completely disgusts me. you should all go watch pirates of the carribean because it has been nice and it still is. and do remember to stay to the end because as with the previous installments, there is this little something at the end of the credits. ^^ my birthday has been disappointing. and you will find out why when i have the feel to tell. Monday, May 28, 2007  |