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My life isn’t worth memoirs. (<———-I got it from a movie called Detachment, with actor Adrien Brody, so you know it’s a good movie, go watch it instead of reading this) But I’m starting to think differently. Though I shouldn’t, the balance of the universe depends on me being a loser (._. ) If I’m not a loser, who the hell would be? The winners? NO! Winners have to much pride to be losers, that’s why God invented losers. (Moi) I’m also part-time hater so there will be those who are loved, and I’m also a FULLTIME SOCIAL OUTCAST NO ONE LIKES ME BECAUSE OF THE CAPS :’D

I’m a RPer but not a professional one. Hell I’m not even an beginner, I’m just a wanna be nerd.
I’m not a achievement addict, I’m not motivated enough.

I’m very lazy. That’s actually the story of my death. On my gravestone it’ll read:
To Lazy To Live, Thanks For All The Fish

If I were to make a RP character it’ll go something like this:
I was a test subject at the local drugstore (over on 4th street) for the latest diarrhea prevention medication. I took the job because I’m too lazy to get any other. The latest brand, called OneMoreHour, was still in it’s semi-final stages and so I was called upon to test it. When I took it, I felt perfectly fine, no diarrhea whatsoever. Later that day I was a bit hungry, so I headed over to the nearest Jack-In-The-Box and thought to myself I guess I’ll load up on tacos for the next test. Then right there in the middle of the restaurant I took a shit on myself. It was a little turd so I was able to recover from the embarrassing situation quickly with a smooth execution of the public restroom’s supply of thin tissue paper. As it turned out the next hour, I had taken something that had unlocked a portion of my brain that control’s my body’s workings.
I’m able to contract/expand my muscles to powerful lengths. I can be more flexible, or very buff. And, yes, if I constipate hard enough, my shit is explosive.

I’m up usually 24 hours. It’s not caffeine, I just have no (life).

I don’t display my age because I’m sure people will get different ideas. Which is what happens all the time since I do not have a real life Avatar image of me posted. I do this in case there is a female pedobear out there Hoping there is

I’m weird, but so is every other virtual internet chatter out there. I think I’m okay to get along with. I don’t think you’ll like to get along with me though. I’m a wanna be loner. I’m a Genuine Loser.

Certified by the Loser Foundation By Losers, For Losers, About Losers

I’m a sad little prick. I like to sometimes think I’m not, but I am. I’m ugly too, that’s why I don’t have a picture of me on here. No, you can’t say I’m not ugly because it’s what’s inside that counts. I looked inside there too, trust me, it’s uglier. And back to my former ugliness, I DO OWN A MIRROR, I’m Genuinely Ugly.

Certified by the Loser Foundation

I’m done wasting your life now, ta. I don’t know why I put ‘ta’ there. I’m American. See ya’ around.

I’d like to thank Volturi for pointing out (when I was flooding CL) that I was an attention whore. Today sucks, now I need to take a class at Loser Unviersity again because how could I not have seen it? Me degrading myself every single time is in FACT BEING AN ATTENTION WHORE. Loser this and loser that!? What the hell was I thinking? Now I’m even LOWER THAN A LOSER. -August, 21, 2012 Today’s a Tuesday. Today I quit Kong.

I can’t delete my account so I’ll just type a random password and be done with it. I hate my life, and yet I can’t die just yet. Though in maybe 500000000 years I’ll come back to kong and request a new password via email. Last words, Zarkate is awesome. And 4mber is always on the top of Chill Lounge’s list, wish I talked to her/him more.