This is a page about me.
-=WARNING=-
This page contains some very boring material. May not be suitable for every freak out there and the owner assumes no responsibility if you fall asleep at your desk, causing fatal errors or Blue Screens of DEATH.
The object of utter craziness, neurosis and all around... INSANITY
*mutters* Someone actually didn't know that I came with fine print! I thought it obvious. Sheesh. *points to it, her finger barely a cm from it* It's right there! How could anyone miss that? *sigh* Oh, well. So there's not confusion, I'll go through the tedious task of copying it for you all, and posting it. But for now, here's a summary:
There is an added set of stipulations, restrictions and provisions of which any person who wishes to have contact with this woman needs to be aware. They are as follows:
By her very nature, she is determined to talk the world to death or at the very least to sleep (one will notice that the subject is quite advanced in this field). She will be there when you need her, and even when you don't. Like a piece of tape, or parsley, or even a rubber band, because everyone knows that if you don't need a rubber band, and it is nearby, you are NEVER the one holding it, preparing to fire upon an unnoticing individual.
Interrupting Cow joke. Need I say more?
She will always be willing to sing children's songs, and will be very determined to embarrass you by singing in the car while driving, holding something that in no way resembles a microphone, often switching occasionally to do her "Coffee Dance". And, while upon the subject, she has no problem being just plain embarrassing in any instance possible.

There's more, but I'm too damn tired to copy it right now. Will get back to it later.
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