why? me.

ENJOY!:

"I don't know if you check your email, ever, but I wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. OK, we were both in this class together, and the teacher was a homosexual guy that we all loved so much cuz he was so cool. He went around the classroom, and asked us all to name a time in our lives where we have 'cheated' on something, not like a test or anything, but cheated at something in life. So I said when I go [sic] the bathroom, I always just kind of throw water on my hands and don't really scrub or anything like that, so it's kind of like cheating. Then a few more people went. Then it got to you, and you had this huge rifle. Not a gun, but a rifle. You said, 'well the time in my life when I cheated, well I guess it was the time that (during this time you are loading the rifle with ammo) I saw a bus just standing there, with all of these people inside (you're looking down th [sic] barral [soc] of the gun, testing the sight on it), and I had this rifle, and well it as [sic] just so EASY, it was like cheating.... and I shot the side of the bus (you simulated shooting the bus) like this, and it was just the easiest thing I've ever done. So that's the time I've cheated at life, since it was so ridiculously simple.'

While you were saying this, the entire class was just like 'WOW', because you were sounding so charismatic and mysterious. And I guess you didn't actually hurt anyone when you shot at the bus, since the bullets just bounced off the side. You didn't mean to hurt anyone, you just wanted to scare them. And we all clapped for you after.

So analyze THAT, [non-specific gender]yo."



why, praytell, do you want to know about me and not want to know about you? am i suspected to be a key conspirator in many activities believed to be the root of all subversion? why are you not doing something productive?
why is my site so hateful?
why isnt yours?
(if you dont have one, im assuming your life is in the same condition.)
why must i insist on having a page like mine?
(why must you insist upon asking stupid questions?) because its your fault im this way. why not attempt to approximate the exact dimensions of madness through this filter called "mind", specifically, "mine"?
have you signed my guestbook?
if you havent, i would love to see some hate mail.
if you have, i would love to see some more hate mail.
why must i be me?