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so...what if i...perchance told you that i made a myspace?
i am such a SELLOUT.
please don't stop loving me.
but here is my cool myspace biography i posted so people can judge my personality through a small electronic screen:
hi. my name is rachel. and i like a diversified amount of objects and activities ranging from watch tans to the department store smell to barrettes. i am probably the most poetically inept person in the greater continental united states. i have the paradoxical ability to make burning embarrassment seem prosaic and simple conversation a hassle due to my stuttering habit when telling the blatant truth. my life has the annoying routine of following the screenplay of a classic 1986 romantic-comedy, or the chapters of a book originally published in 1951. i have an atypical personality centered directly around my Christian faith, and hardly ever find “dating” to be one of my personal hobbies. if you ever suspect yourself of liking me, please consult a physician or the poison control center. sometimes i suspect myself of having an unhealthy dependency on daydreaming, and whole milk, and resale shopping. i play soccer a lot which seems to slowly becoming closer and closer to fascistly dictating my life, but if somehow i possessed anamorphic abilities and could turn myself into a VHS, i would rewind my life and pursue craft making, sewing, and abstract art. if you ever tell me i’m weird, i’ll call you an idiot which doesn’t seem dramatically insulting, but i’ll already begin slowly disliking you in a lifelong process of bitterness toward you and your family. i encourage you to be different in everything you do, except pursuing the current fashion trend of plaid shorts because standing out by looking like a retired golfer has already become cliché. dance loud. sing bright. and don’t forget your daily dose of nonconformity. loveGod. lovepeople. love, rachel.
i am so cute.
love me.
i am such a SELLOUT.
please don't stop loving me.
but here is my cool myspace biography i posted so people can judge my personality through a small electronic screen:
hi. my name is rachel. and i like a diversified amount of objects and activities ranging from watch tans to the department store smell to barrettes. i am probably the most poetically inept person in the greater continental united states. i have the paradoxical ability to make burning embarrassment seem prosaic and simple conversation a hassle due to my stuttering habit when telling the blatant truth. my life has the annoying routine of following the screenplay of a classic 1986 romantic-comedy, or the chapters of a book originally published in 1951. i have an atypical personality centered directly around my Christian faith, and hardly ever find “dating” to be one of my personal hobbies. if you ever suspect yourself of liking me, please consult a physician or the poison control center. sometimes i suspect myself of having an unhealthy dependency on daydreaming, and whole milk, and resale shopping. i play soccer a lot which seems to slowly becoming closer and closer to fascistly dictating my life, but if somehow i possessed anamorphic abilities and could turn myself into a VHS, i would rewind my life and pursue craft making, sewing, and abstract art. if you ever tell me i’m weird, i’ll call you an idiot which doesn’t seem dramatically insulting, but i’ll already begin slowly disliking you in a lifelong process of bitterness toward you and your family. i encourage you to be different in everything you do, except pursuing the current fashion trend of plaid shorts because standing out by looking like a retired golfer has already become cliché. dance loud. sing bright. and don’t forget your daily dose of nonconformity. loveGod. lovepeople. love, rachel.
i am so cute.
love me.