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Hmm, I'm updating my bio at 2:33 in the morning after a long day of scrubbing the bathroom down with bleach. Why was I scrubbing the bathroom down with bleach, you might ask? Well! That would be because the ventilation sucks and it was covered in mildew, of course! Yes, happy day. Tomorrow, I get to paint! Actually, I do rather like painting, though it does mean we'll have to remove to the toilet. You never think of that when pondering what color the bathroom should be.

'Hmm, I rather like maroon, but how ever will we take out the toilet?'

Yes, it always comes to you AFTER you bought the galleon of purplish stuff that's decidedly not maroon because you felt like being festive. Purple and Christmas, I dunno. Remember the bleach.

So, yes. What should I say on my stalker page. Hmm. I'm eighteen, blond, short, with really really small hands. Like, go find me a five year old boy and we'll probably be even. It's totally not fair. Er, right, continuing on. It's been brought to my attention I have a rather odd assortment of hats, probably compensating for my lack of shoes, or so theorized by my sister, the almost graduate in Planning Management or some such shit. She used to be a Chemical Engineering major. It was so much easier to remember.

As for me, list something of the liberal arts and I probably have a mild talent while hardly gushing in unrestrained potential. Ironic, really, considering I've never been liberal in my entire life and until recently, I sucked at the arts. That's not to say I'm a die hard Republican, either. Well, I am. Republican, that is. Course, I know what you're thinking, and you can stop right now before I go haul the gay Englishmen in to protect my honor. It won't be pretty, what with the jetlag and short notice, so really, just tuck all preconceived notions based on party preferences away and think independently for one moment that just maybe, maybe, I'm in it for the taxes.

Er, as for random hobbies, I think they actually have an interest list for that somewhere in this wacky wacky hullabaloo, so go find that. My favorite color changes regularly, but is usually something in the range of melon/purple/grey/blue/green/maroon - ness, so it's easy to figure out. My favorite food is Thai, unless I've already had it twice this week, which means it's probably Sushi. If I've had that twice this week, too, I'm broke and it really doesn't matter what I want. My idea of the perfect mate is not someone who goes trolling on blogging sites, so move along little doggies. If you want photos of my breast, talk to my first boyfriend. He's still waiting, but I'm sure he'll tell you when they come in.

I'm straight, I'm white, I'm Christan, I'm an Aries, I like taffy, and the movie 'The Guardian' makes me cry. FUCK YOU, KEVIN COSTNER!

Golly, gee. It's 2:51 in the morning now. I think I'll actually take a whack at this sleeping thing. I've heard it does wonders for decompressing your spinal discs.

-DISCLAIMER: Any and all offensive comments can be shoved up your ass, you pissant crybaby. It's two fucking fifty-three in the morning. Diplomacy is asleep, like everyone else. Any typos can be blamed on the fact that while spell-check doesn't sleep, the pile of drool coagulating on my keyboard makes for a dubious, crap, what's the word... I was going somewhere with that, I swear! It was damn witty, too. Oh well.-

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