pointless facts and useless information

This is what I'm all about.

"Begin in the beginning."

No, that's too boring. I'll just type what comes to mind.

I like coffee, cigarettes, animals, and music.

I like my boyfriend. He's rad.

I like tattoos, piercings, and the scene in downtown Flint.

If I'm awake, I'm watching TV or with my boy or sitting at my computer.

I live with my parents and my mother's parents and my aunt and her three kids in a big, farm-house looking place. We have twenty-some goats, two dogs and a llama.

My parents are supportive to everything I do and everything I want to do.

All my friends hate me. It's great.

I'm scared of the dark, being alone, and zombies, though I do love a good horror movie.

I don't like the daytime. I sleep through as much of it as possible..

Some day I want to get married and have kids.

If I wore a helmet like the kind that some mentally handicapped people wear, just because, I wonder if my friends would stop hanging out with me.

I have no brothers or sisters.

I HATE LIARS.

I was born on April Fools' Day in 1981.

Peek-a-boo!!

Only recently did I become comfortable with calling myself an "artist."

I have to be at the dentist's office in like.. eight hours. I should sleep. Bah! Sleep is for the WEAK!

My computer likes to freeze up on me. I'm glad I remembered to save this before it froze like I know it's gonna.

I have five different kinds of lip balm/gloss/chapstick in my purse.

Ever since my car accident last summer, I'm extremely cautious of how I drive and how the people around me are driving.

I dig Halloween. It's almost as good of a holiday as my birthday.

I've had two original thoughts in my lifetime, and no, I'm not going to publicize them here.

The five and six keys on my top number row on my keyboard don't work. Neither does the tilde, the hyphen/underscore key, the equal/plus key, or the left shift key. Bitches.

The phone just rang and I screamed.

When my usual online hang-out is down I watch dorky webcams like the one in Loch Ness. Also, this really boring guy named Dave who just sits at his computer all day and doesn't answer my ICQ messages. He's fun to watch sleep, though. Sometimes he hits his head or kicks the wall in his sleep.

My friend, Maria, is in a band called Amory Blaine. One of the best things to come out of Goodrich, Michigan.

I wanna be a rockstar, unfortunately, having mad skills on the triangle and being one hell of a mean tambourine player don't usually get people very far.

I look stupid in hats.

I make squeaky noises. Especially when I yawn.

I'm bitter.

My mom is a compulsive liar. She's funny, though, so I let it slide most of the time.

Aren't you bored yet?

I dig Bettie Page. Too bad she got fat and found God and lives in a trailor park.

I talk to myself.

This is all a bunch of babble, and if you've made it this far, you should e-mail me at [email protected] so I can congratulate you.

That Instant Messenger thing crashes my computer. Doesn't matter if it's AIM, or if it's Netscape. Sometimes I use AIM Express, though. My s/n is psychopathetic0.

I'm a girl.

last revised: July seventh.... 2001

you don't mean what you say, won't say what you need, i need you to promise me, that what you promise is what your heart is saying.

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