LJ Idol Exhibit B: "An Official Introduction To Impoetry"
impoetry's Livejournal posts bring all the boys to the milkshakes.
In 2016 I predict that impoetry will have cured bird flu, but maybe not SARS. I'm shaky on H1N1, let me gaze intently into my magic 8 ball a little longer and I'll get back to you.
impoetry doesn't remember the time he snorted a line of cocaine off of Lindsay Lohan's back on a yacht in Key West, circa 2003. Either because he has a really terrible memory or because it never happened.
impoetry was first to be named People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive three times in a row. Neither Johnny Depp nor Brad Pitt could be reached for further comment, both far too busy masturbating and crying.
impoetry is the dancer on the right in the Pat Benatar scene on Solid Gold Dancers - Season 1, Episode 13. If you blink you'll miss it. But I promise you it's fabulous.
impoetry knows where the party's at, but sometimes he just wants to stay home and chillax, and there ain't nothin' wrong with being a homebody.
impoetry's real-life name is Brian. I met him on Livejournal in 2007 or so. We chatted online sometimes, we spoke on the phone. Over the years we lost touch, and recently reconnected. I am very thankful that we did.
The thing that stands out most about impoetry is that he was incredibly generous and supportive when I was going through a really difficult time in 2008. It was a year that I felt lost and afraid; I trusted few people and reached out to no one. The fact that he offered a genuine helping hand meant more to me than I can say. It gives me hope, to know that there are people out there like that.
In conclusion, impoetry is both the secret inventor of the Magic Eraser and a gentleman and scholar, and a really talented writer to boot. I very much look forward to getting to know him again.
*****AFTERWORD*****
I'm a first-time LJ-Idoler and I fully admit that I was expecting the usual Intro piece for week zero. I was so excited about it! I love writing about myself, it's what I'm best at. Before I even signed up, I had an intro piece written and ready to go that I was rather proud of. So when I read the week zero description the other night, my face twisted into something that would make a child cry.
I hope that my trauma merits at least a few trigger warnings and/or sympathy votes.
Back to the topic, wooo impoetry! Shine on, you crazy diamond.
<3, Alex