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| Alright. For some reason, people feel the need to hear about the person constructing the page to fully enjoy it or have some kind of resolvement or closure in their chaotic little lives, so why not take the opportunity to write a lot about myself?! Get comfy and strap on those crash test helmets for a spooky ride into my subconscious! Whee! It'll be fun, in fact I'm smiling already. I am just one of many bitter, anti-social teenagers that have nothing better to do than bitch at where society has gone wrong and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HELP! I take pleasure at shooting down everything that might be remotely trendy yet somehow I still manage to have friends. (?) I am digustingly scaley (my friends notice a strange, light snow that seems to fall when I walk by... I've got six bottles of lotion for my birthday once) and there's a funky smell of cheese that seems to follow me around. OK, so maybe that's not true but does it make you want to read my page? NO. How shallow does that make YOU?! Actually, my beauty makes random people stop me on the sidewalk and tell me that I have burned their corneas with my radiant light. FINE, that's not entirely true either but I SWEAR I don't smell like cheese. Stuff I like a lot: Old, bald men My CA blow-up dolls (Jenn, Eryn, Jamie, Emily, Tara, Maria... etc.) (copyright Zachary David Wolfenbarger, home phone: (480) 839.9883) When the sun hits writhing maggots just right My bad ass new pair of red shoes. God, I am such a stud My bad ass new pair of red pants. God, I am such a raging stud Taking advantage of emaciated third world children Mildew. None of that new-fangled mildew. The Original. Possessed demon children Madagascarians Stuff I DON'T like a lot: Coronians (high school in general) Soap operas (high school in general) Listening to my bro practice his bass at 11 in the frickin' morning. Geez, some people need to sleep, dammit Hypocrites (I don't like many people. I have some self esteem issues as well) People (I like "persons"; for reference see Ty's page) Brain freezes The word wacky, cute...etc. Mastication Knuckle cracking (*shudder*) Well, I had fun, kiddies. Talking about myself is one of my fortes. Sign my guestbook so I know you've been here! Should you choose NOT to, however, you will be cruelly eviscerated and/or castrated with a rubber band. Trust me, it's possible. Until then, we shall part. |
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