Wishing to become one of the following: a stand-up comic, a pirate, the love of someone's life, a wizard, an international spy or ninja, Lara Croft (minus the humongozoid boobs), or the frontperson of a band. Currently, working to pay off huge amounts of debt due to a little thing I refer to as "Satan's Shenanagins," but conventional theory would simply refer to it as "Graduate School." My expertise lies in thinking way too much, laughing, being celibate, acting like a nutter, and saying things that somehow elicit one of two responses: "You're so funny!" or "Whattha??! Huh?" Basically, my expertise lies in anything that ultimately results in my feeling alienated from the human race (C.F. an inferiority complex). As with the grand tradition of obnoxious personal weblogs, I too am offering you a taste of my bad poetry, prose, and other random snippets.
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