I'm a university student! yo! And have a G2 and no job. I'm 19! omg! And very sleep deprived.

I like Disney, watching Boondocks, and listening to BritPod. I also like eating shrimp and goggling (Google imaging) older, not-usually-attractive-to-girls-my-age men. Just for good measure. Procrastination? I was born that way. And potential? I might have. Take that as you will.

I'm a champion. I can do Iron Man impressions, too. When life hands me lemons? I trade in that shit for cold pizza rolls. I have the ability to lie through not only my teeth but my naughty holes, too. I drum paragraphs into phones. Once John Malkovich became strangely attractive to me, I realized I had hit rock bottom. I can't look at spatulas the same (they stir more than batter for me, if you catch my drift). I have a pussy (and not the one that purrs). Music rolls over my body and into my soul. I'd toss dwarves for a good CD. Walks in the middle of the night through places I don't even know make me feel confident in ways I couldn't explain. I like having a G2. Jukebox tales along the pavement of mediocre lies are what I spin. I choose to not match to match my personality. Clocks turn me on like no other sex toy could. Coitos makes the world go 'round (guess my world hasn't revolved yet). I own a pair of shoes that are pink, purple, white and weird. I drink Hershey's chocolate milk at 3 in the morning. I hung a Beatles poster from Value Village on a U of G easel I stole. I pull words into sentences that form holes into other dimensions. I like to think I do, anyway. I laugh so much I got abs (that have been hibernating for 19 years so far). I can get naked sometimes (other times I'm clothed). I dream of Denzel Washington and coverless books. I could be a stripper. I fall head over knees for people with accented speech. I want prune juice. Ghost sex is my favourite word.

I try to manhandle.