70% genius, 20% insomnia, 9% pure rock cocaine, 1% dragon tears.
Dry clean only. Made in Middle Earth... for real.
When I was a child a caught a fleeting glimpse. If you can message me the name of that song, I'm already your friend. I read Tolkein, Stephen King and anything else that looks like it'll take my mind of the fact that I'm not going anywhere awful fast. My interests are siamese cats and proper grammar. Not because I'm an English teaching cat fancier, I'm just crazy smart for a Southerner. My idol is Shirley Jackson... Miss Jackson if you're nasty. I danced myself out of the womb, but then again, don't we all? I do enjoy my nightly dose of Trebekastan. Any non-Americans in the house? Tell me if you get Jeopardy where you're from. Writing is fun, sleeping's better. I like fantasy, but I love horror. I like the numbers 300, 245 and 780, but not 600. Can you tell me why? I've never been beaten in Jeopardy, by anyone, but then again I live in a fucking trailer park. What else should I be? All analogies. I play Magic The Gathering, mostly black decks. I'm super friendly, so keep the rolled up newspaper handy. Why are the majority of these sentences begining with "I"? Oh, yeah, this is the about me section. My name isn't Nicky Quesenberry. What, did you think I was going to be honest? Sometimes I use excessive commas; deal, with, it. I really enjoy this site. This is by far the highest educated comedy/ social site I've been to. Do you like reading? You must if you're at this stage of my ramble. Okay brace yourselves (two people that skipped ahead to this part of my bio) I'm going to make a break in paragraph. One... Two... Threeeeeee!
*gulp* That was a close one. I enjoy nonsense, as you can tell. You do too, judging from the amount of it you just read, unless you were skipping content, in which case my heart is broken into two to four pieces. Now we have something in common, imaginary reader. Oh no, here's another one! Hold on tight!
Oh, I don't think I can go on. Ok, good friend, looks like I'm at the end of my line. Tell your mother I loved her. Farewell...
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