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Dogs are annoying. There’s nothing better than driving in states that aren’t Georgia. I smile when I observe a group of interracial friends. I can’t stand deviating from the norm. I abhor blatant conformity. My brother is going to end up in jail. I actually miss high school. My dad is the only person who can make me cry. I laugh at “Livejournal writers.”
I don’t drink pop. I worry about how I’m going to start my life. I hate when people say things they’ll never live up to. I feel sorry for people I don’t even know. Most celebrities make me sick. Milk tastes like crap. I can’t make up my mind about having children. Stop complaining about George Bush. I wish I had a best friend. I wish I still talked to all my old ones. I have two nuts.
I adore lengthy strings of adjectives strung together. I’m not a fan of affirmative action. Double D’s are too big. Loud black girls need to shut up. I’m not crazy about big butts. I love Michigan like the back of my hand. I wish more people named their kids Jesus. Someday I’ll visit Japan. Completely suburban. Born and raised Christian.
I can’t stand Livejournal. I know karate. I’ll kick your ass. Marry me with silver. I’m a nice person. My fingernails are girly. I hate anybody my dad dates. I had a 3.8 GPA. I live in one of the wealthiest counties in the nation. I’m in love with myself. I listen to Britney Spears. I consider Canada to be outside the country. I don’t get your fascination with peanut butter. You wish you were me. I have a lot of fun. Lena Olin is hot.
My school has more money than your school. I wish I had a cat. My brother is a klepto. I’d slit your wrists before I slit mine. I have a half sister. I love classical music. I hate having asthma. I wish my violin was here. I dislike not knowing what to expect. I haven’t drawn in over six months. I would murder my relatives if I could get away with it. Your mom would look good next to me.
I’ve lived a lifetime of awkward silences. I believe I can fly. I wish I could work up the nerve to call Nikita. I need money. I can’t initiate random conversations with strangers. I wish I was self dependent. I’m craving some old fashioned grits, smothered in melted cheese. I wish I could write something awesome. Baked chips are better than regular ones.
I appreciate broadcast television for what it is. Final Cut Pro owns my life. Arrested Development is the best thing on TV right now. I’m not blinded by “I love you.” I look forward to seasonal changes. I hate everything about the south. I want to be your friend. Fanboys ruin a lot of good things. George Lucas should be shot. You’ve seen me on TV. I like to put stuff in my back pockets.
I’m a cynical agnostic. A little bit of anarchy is necessary to survive. I only believe in what I want to believe, which is what I would like to believe, but from the mere statement alone I know it’s false. I wish I loved more people than I do. I’m infatuated with double negatives. Metaphorical run on sentences are the shit. And damn am I awesome with similes.
Hi, my name is Brandon. Who are you?
I don’t drink pop. I worry about how I’m going to start my life. I hate when people say things they’ll never live up to. I feel sorry for people I don’t even know. Most celebrities make me sick. Milk tastes like crap. I can’t make up my mind about having children. Stop complaining about George Bush. I wish I had a best friend. I wish I still talked to all my old ones. I have two nuts.
I adore lengthy strings of adjectives strung together. I’m not a fan of affirmative action. Double D’s are too big. Loud black girls need to shut up. I’m not crazy about big butts. I love Michigan like the back of my hand. I wish more people named their kids Jesus. Someday I’ll visit Japan. Completely suburban. Born and raised Christian.
I can’t stand Livejournal. I know karate. I’ll kick your ass. Marry me with silver. I’m a nice person. My fingernails are girly. I hate anybody my dad dates. I had a 3.8 GPA. I live in one of the wealthiest counties in the nation. I’m in love with myself. I listen to Britney Spears. I consider Canada to be outside the country. I don’t get your fascination with peanut butter. You wish you were me. I have a lot of fun. Lena Olin is hot.
My school has more money than your school. I wish I had a cat. My brother is a klepto. I’d slit your wrists before I slit mine. I have a half sister. I love classical music. I hate having asthma. I wish my violin was here. I dislike not knowing what to expect. I haven’t drawn in over six months. I would murder my relatives if I could get away with it. Your mom would look good next to me.
I’ve lived a lifetime of awkward silences. I believe I can fly. I wish I could work up the nerve to call Nikita. I need money. I can’t initiate random conversations with strangers. I wish I was self dependent. I’m craving some old fashioned grits, smothered in melted cheese. I wish I could write something awesome. Baked chips are better than regular ones.
I appreciate broadcast television for what it is. Final Cut Pro owns my life. Arrested Development is the best thing on TV right now. I’m not blinded by “I love you.” I look forward to seasonal changes. I hate everything about the south. I want to be your friend. Fanboys ruin a lot of good things. George Lucas should be shot. You’ve seen me on TV. I like to put stuff in my back pockets.
I’m a cynical agnostic. A little bit of anarchy is necessary to survive. I only believe in what I want to believe, which is what I would like to believe, but from the mere statement alone I know it’s false. I wish I loved more people than I do. I’m infatuated with double negatives. Metaphorical run on sentences are the shit. And damn am I awesome with similes.
Hi, my name is Brandon. Who are you?