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so you want to know something about the person behind the poetic laments and surreal art?

i'm not going to bore you with the same tired statistics everyone always gives on themselves like birthdate (9-15-74) or gender (female) or religious beliefs (atheist) or my favorite color (red). no i'm not going to do that. everyone does that.

instead i'll supply you here with some obscure facts about me that will make you the envy of all your friends the next time there's a trivia party on unknown internet poets. just wait. you'll see. one day, there will be one. mark my words.

didn't think i had a sense of humor did ya?

berries - i hate berries. all kinds, every kind. strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, blackberry. none of them are my friends. despite all the progress we've made throughout the years on fruit tolerance and integration (most notably ocean spray's ingenius melding of the apple and the cranberry), there are still berry haters in the world. and i am one of them.
i think ashlee simpson is extremely talented. nah, just kidding.
i prefer to eat alone while either a) reading the tv guide or b) doing a crossword puzzle.
despite writing a lot of dark poetry i read very little of it. but i'm totally addicted to reading other peoples' blogs. the funnier the better.
even though i think blogs are totally trendy and conformist, i still have my own, because, well, because i have nothing better to do. i make awkward attempts at being humorous and/or satirical every now and then by posting to my very trendy blog Deep Thoughts for the Day.
i hate berries. oh, did i mention that already?
i thought the whole terri shiavo debaucle was amusing. not because the woman was brain dead or because her husband wanted to let her die, but because so many people gave a crap about 'killing' a brain dead woman (who incidentally brought it on herself), but they couldn't care less about killing thousands of perfectly healthy people in iraq.
i hate suv's. i hate all the people who drive them just cuz they're in style.
i hate anyone who put an american flag on their car after 9/11. psuedo-patriotic sheep. patriotism is for people who can't think for themselves.
i hate berries. did i say that already?

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