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I have an actual name.
And it's Itellyouwhentoflipburgers. No, actually, it's Lindsay. My sister has bark dust for hair and her name is Kilgore Trout. I have seven and a half pairs of pants. Unfortunately, I fear that we will succumb to the horrible death by glaciers that has ravaged our peaceful village.

I like Spongebob Squarepants. But not as much as Brak. Fantastical.

Also, for anyone who went to Ashland with me, remember this. I was born in a navy. Too bad I can't get that charming little celtic voice of mine to you over the Internet.

I made this site because I invented the Internet and I figured I might as well take part in it
My site is about how I am the coolest person ever and all of you should read my spleniforous thoughts. Incidentally, I live in my parents' basement. Actually, I don't live in the basement. I fear the basement. Therefore, I have taken up residence within the warm, loving confines of Bob Barker's penny loafers. Bob is none too happy about this, but he has to comply because I am the inventor of The Price is Right and I would fire his ass so fast....

Colin Greenwood of Radiohead lives in my sister's closet, which he ransacked. He stole her hot pink sequined jumpsuit. Naughty naughty! If I were to write a book about Radiohead, I would call it "The band that was originally kinda lame but later went on to become totally kickass!"

I'm not mad at Will
I wonder what the chances are that Will will actually see this....

Well, let's test it. Will, I think you are the most wonderful and attractive man in the history of the human race. I've loved you since the first time you made fun of me in 8th grade band class. You are my white knight. I think you have a very lovely little elitist bubble. If you believe that dreams really do come true, then I want you to spin around three times, repeat the sacred llama mantra, and SIGN MY GUESTBOOK!

I guess I can see now why people tell me that I have an odd sense of humor.

Here's a link to my online diary! It's really cool, I swear.
The Radiohead-Meat Crown Chronicle




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