AzureOkami

This was supposed to say something wasn’t it?….Erm…I shall start with the overly cliche basics, I am not your average girl…wait…I’m not even a woman……I’m a man….O.O….Okay scratch that. Okay, moving on, I seem to have a fork embedded in my forehead for what reasons are still unknown to me. Well damn, I just keep rambling, hell I’m sure you’ve given up on trying to figure out anything about me, or reading this in general. I mean come on, that look on your face says it all. You think I’m just trying to be witty by running you around in circles and having you read a very long “About me” section of my profile. Not only do you see me as simple minded but you also see me as very unfunny and unoriginal, which is just fine by me, I’ve learned that this place has nothing but serious business, and I accept that. So if by some random chance you’re still reading and maybe had a laugh or two, I’d like to personally thank you for getting this far and not trying to harm others due to a lack of sanity. However, I will never understand why in the world you’d keep on reading this…as it is, I’m just typing things to make this long and drawn out, You aren’t going to read this…I can say anything….I could yell out “Midgets stole my bike” and you wouldn’t care…you wouldn’t even look, all you’re going to do is just read a line then realize I’m unfunny, you don’t care about me, you don’t know what my interests are, even though they aren’t listed. I could’ve dammit, I could’ve, but you wouldn’t know because you won’t be reading this. So yeah, jokes on you buddy. See? See this face? ಠ.ಠ that’s a face that doesn’t care sir, I’m indifferent. It’s like I’m an angst-y teenager and you’re my parents, I’ll look the other way because I’M INDIFFERENT. Which in reality means nothing, I mean it’s not like these words can convey a lot of emotion, by now you should’ve learned not to take me seriously in ANY context. And you know, one day, I’m going to be serious on the internet, even though that in itself is an oxymoron, I will…I have the face to prove it… ಠ.ಠ So, yeah. Any more questions? You think you’re up on a high horse now because you skipped through some idiot’s description? You might be onto something…I don’t know. As it is, I’m not even sure of the first 10 lines I typed, for all I know I could’ve explained about my dreams and feelings. Where am I again? Oh yeah, Kongregate, great site, I update my status here and post pics…wait…that’s another site…what the hell is Kongregate again? Cue card? Oh yeah, Flash gaming site…whatever that is. I just thought this was an interactive adult web site…..oops….well damn this changes my entire perspective of what I’m talking about or doing here for that matter…Oh yeah, I’m still typing my thoughts….Hmmm…I’m sure the person reading this is either…laughing or…hoping I get hit by a coconut from a 67 story building…can’t say I blame them… I mean come on, you read this far down hoping to find SOME kind of info on me…I guess the efforts were in vain…Oh well, win some lose some, surely there is a kind soul in the world who will read this once, besides me right?…right?…Guys..?….C’mon……Please….I’ll give you a dollar….Sorry people from other countries, I don’t carry your currency…, I’ll still give you a dollar…but you might look at me questionably and call me a rather mean name….it happens….I like pudding….
Why in the hell do you insist on reading this still? Is it because I’m black? I’m not, but I’m just stating possibilities.
I’m dancing, you can’t see it but I’m dancing, everytime you read it I’ll be dancing. Doesn’t that just blow your mind? Every. Single. Time. I’m dancing the night away, even when you think you’re alone in your house naked, I’ll be dancing as long as you read this. It will never stop……why must I keep on with this? I went from nonsensical bullshit to trying to scare you through the art of dance. I’m sorry, I love you, I will make it to your baseball game from now on.
Well if you’ve read it this far and haven’t laughed or assumed I was a waste of sperm, you are probably one of the many pseudo-intellectual bastard children of the internet that’s trying to psycho-analyze me, you trolly trollop you. And yes, I assume it’s about me, because unlike that slut Jessica, I am the most popular girl in school. You can usually find me on your nearest street corner begging for useless keys for a lock I have yet to find and unlock. Back in 1976 I had a real unhealthy addiction to cocaine, leading me to become a prostitute of thought, mind blowing anyone who needed it, just for a fix. 84’ came around and I thought I needed a new image, I did reconstructive surgery and became Antwan The Swan (Swannius Antwannius, for all of you savvy with Binomial Nomenclature). Those were the days I can’t seem to remember, well three plastic surgery and one hysterectomy later, here I am for all to see! Really, gather what you will and get off this profile, I’m sure there are other things you can do with your time, play a game, read a story to children, mast…er the art of chess, gawk about how society is terrible, gawk about how people like me keep corrupting the gene pool, slap a parrot for talking smack, dip a doorknob in Tabasco sauce, something like that.
I said GO! The self-deprecation is over! No more jokes! No more unfunny sentences of perpetual nothingness! NONE! ABSENT! Take your keyboard, shove it in your pants and air-hump the next sentence and send it to me via PM. You have a lovely day, Boris whatever your name is..
THIS IS THE PART OF MY PROFILE WHERE I POST A RANDOM FUNNY CONVERSATION THAT YOU WON’T FULLY UNDERSTAND IN IT’S CURRENT CONTEXT:
AzureOkami: I love you, Azure
AzureOkami: I love you too, you should TOTALLY POST THIS ON YOUR PROFILE
AzureOkami: LOL YES, DOING THAT RIGHT NOW