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NOTICE: DO NOT TRY TO RANDOMLY ADD ME AS A FRIEND, TALK TO ME FIRST OR YOU'LL GET THE SHAFT. I'M NOT A FRIEND-COLLECTOR, AND I WON'T BE COLLECTED. DON'T LIKE MY ATTITUDE? PISS OFF. You know, I spent some time trying to think of what to say here.. something different than all my other profiles. I decided you're gonna get an inside look at the random meanderings of me and my mind. So, when I was a kid, I used to catch grasshoppers in my hand. After some time and growing, whenever I would try to catch them, I'd accidentally squish them, and then I'd cry. Eventually, I stopped trying to catch them. Sometimes I wonder if anyone around me can read minds, and if they are, are they reading mine and getting a laugh at what's going on? Who decided to name colors - like, why is red "red" and blue "blue" Why isn't blue "pineapple" or "snake" or something like that? I like the taste of blood. I have a secret side. I have a silly side. I lost my sense of humor in the war (which war would that be?). When I'm at home, usually I'm completely naked, whether I'm cooking, cleaning, watching TV, smoking, whatever. I keep several journals - 1 for therapy, 1 for spiritual awareness, 1 for anything at all, 1 for poetry... the list goes on. When I try to go to sleep, generally my mind wakes up, and sometimes I have arguments with myself over shit that passed 5 years ago. Sometimes, I really wish I were adopted. When I grow up, assuming I don't just grow old, I wanna be a rock star... no, a mercenary... no, an actress... I believe in reincarnation - I wonder if I'll finish my journey this time around? God I hope so. I'm fascinated by vampires. You know something that still blows my mind? Someone else once sold me for dope... isn't that weird? Not dope for me or dope I would use, no, HIS dope... fuckin' addicts, I'm so glad I quit... I gag at the smell of latex, but love the smell of cold leather, gasoline, and the frozen-fish department in the grocery store. On a daily basis I volley between apathy and over-sensitivity... it sucks sometimes, other times I'm thankful for the awareness. I like to read, A LOT, and I wonder when I'll ever find a doorway into one of those worlds, like Roland the gunslinger did. What would you (or I) do if suddenly a vortex into another world opened up right in front of us, like in "Sliders"? I'm scared to death of spiders. I remember another time as a kid, when my brother and I used to walk around in the woods with his friend, and we'd go have a picnic lunch at a house that was being built. No one was ever there, and the house never seemed to get any more finished. We'd eat on the half-finished stairs, and always made sure to take our trash with us. Now I throw cigarette butts out the window and don't give a crap. I swallow my gum; is it true that it never actually digests in your stomach, and instead just sits there like you swallowed a rock?