everything terrible and **** seeks me while all that is good and beautiful flees. should anybody stumble upon my lair, they would kill me on the spot with their bare hands out of pity. the thought of somebody ever ****ing me is beyond ridiculous. if i see a woman in real life, i fall on the floor and twitch my muscles that dont exist. i also speak in tongues. 1337 and klingon to be precise, the only languages i can utter anymore. the only thing i talk about in these languages are reddit and 4chan memes. i have both sites open at all times and i read them and laugh at the things posted on them. i consider my self both anonymous and a redditor. my t-shirts and bumper stickers on my pc case prove this. if you look at me, i will immediately star telling you about super street fighter 4 arcade edition character tierlists and texting you quotes from my erotic fan fiction of Whos the Boss?, tweeting to you links to wakizashi self defense videos and yet not make eye contact ever. if you run away i write you in my torture fanfics taking place in the forgotten realms universe as revenge. all my anime figures have dried great times on them. especially the nendoroids. i liked and still like friends and watch at least an episode a day on dvd. if your unfortunate enough to b working at the burger king i visit daily, you will soon enough know every bit by louis ck by heart. i french kiss gbs on the mouth. i dont brush my teeth. you can literally pop my pupae. i watch television and talk about television and write columns about television to newspapers. i dont know how to use a urinal. the only thing i have more of then chins is panic attacks and i have them everywhere all the time. i think men who watch my little ponies are fabulous persons. i did like k-on! however. that shows cool.