My turn. I am Katie. That's pretty much it. I have no one set personality, not much is constant as far as my character goes. I am a woman of contridictions, conflictions, emotion, and inconsistancy. I'm not a great speller. I am in love with writing, although I'll admit, at times the way I talk is degrading to the English language. I sound like a piece of hillbilly trash. It's somewhat fitting. I do have a very serious side that most people don't see. I'm okay with that. Anybody can think what they want. I just don't see a point in not having fun with life. I have no strong opinion on religon. Believe whatever makes you happy, just don't hurt anybody else. My personal belief is that a god may or may not exist, but that this information is really impossible and unnessacary to know. I view government as a nessacary evil. I'm not that big into politics (I mean c'mon... would you vote for ME? ) However, I do masturbate to the Bill of Rights. Poetry is the best thing ever. I almost don't want to call it that, because the name, I've found carries negitive connotations with a lot of people. I cannot stand free-verse. There are a few writers who can do it well, myself not being one of them. The rest will just write a piece that drags on... just adjectives, no wits, no action, no ideas. I hate groups of adjectives thrown together and called "a poem". I am kind of a snob. Weird... I don't have much interest in other people at the current moment. They are boring. I like messy rooms, dirty houses, used notebooks. Clean, new things are untrustworthy. They make me paranoid. I do not believe in drug use. Although there are rare times when I really REALLY want some fucking whiskey. People don't know me. I don't feel close to other people, not even my best friend. It kind of scares me, and sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong. My school is full of kids who assume I'm a drug addict and a prostitue. Ahaha... well, whatever. Rumors don't bother me anymore. I have come to the conclusion that I am NOT mentally ill in any way, shape, or form. And nobody is going to convince me otherwise. I accept chaos. I no longer try to explain the world to myself. I just watch it happen. I'm in a bad mood lately because I keep losing weight and no doctor can tell me why. I am determined to get my 36-26-36 figure back if I have to kill somebody and eat their brains. My clothes don't fit. My bras don't fit. It's annoying. There isn't much else to say. I like Bob Dylan (only a tiny bit ) I want to become a poet. I'm not very good, and there isn't much money in it, but I do not care. I feel like I don't have any other choice. I love opera music, too. It's so gorgeous. Oh, and I have a wife. She's cruel and unfaithful, but I can't walk away from her. Any questions?
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No, I didn't mean you. I've been smelling something all day that smells like BBQ and I don't know where it's coming from... then I smell my desk and it smells like metallic bbq... or something sour. wtf
Metallic BBQ? I had no idea such a thing existed. Maybe one of your neighbors is having a cook-out... a frozen cook-out...
I masturbate to the Bill of Rights as well. Specifically the 1st Ammendment. I think you would make a wonderful poet. Actually, I think you'd make a great screen writer too. You could be like the author of Gone With The Wind and show up at the opening of your movie naked. I hope you get your figure back. 36-26-36 sounds absolutely perfect.
i have that same problem. No matter how well someone thinks they know me, they only know a part of me. I am a free spirit, and as much a stranger to myself as i am to others. we have this in common i beleive fuck high school, unimportant. we are in the same boat with this one as well. youre not mentally ill. You happen to have character, and by living your life as you see fit, you have set the bar. You are the normal one by your perspective, and thats how it should be. chaos is creation, in a sense. chaos is human nature, but society has tried to cast off certain instincts, pretend they arent there. Denying yourself an element of human nature isnt really living at all, is it? i dig the way you think, my dear kateness.
You sound dangerously intellegent Katie. You probably scare the monkeys. You should be careful because they'll probably try to eat your brains, thinking they can steal your ideas that way. You should always carry monkey repellant. And it sounds like you're not beating your wife enough.
yes, we do. mmhhhmmm. I love the way you think, lovermuffin. Sometimes I wonder if we're sisters, Sarah. But then that would be very disappointing because we couldn't have sex.
Ahaha... oh my god... You are so hysterical. You could probably convince me to buy mokey repellant from you.
HAhaha... Well, maybe nowadays. But when the Constitution was written, it was an okay idea. If people didn't have the garunteed right to carry arms, the government could become too powerful. The founders were soooo afraid of the government getting too much power. So they included that bit about being able to own weapons to ensure they would be able to overthrow government by force if nessacary. But today, things are a bit different.
