This is a blog about me.

Since I kind of want to know about myself as well, I am making this. Because giving my warped views on the world doesn't quite tell you, or me, who I am.

I'm too lazy to do that "25 things" blog, like I did on faecbook, because I've already posted it. Smrt?

Well, to start, I'm pretty sure I'm secretly a very gay guy deep down. Or something messed up like that.

I use a computer that is slower than, I won't even mention names. ;D

My chest scares me. I can run anymore it gets in the way. I did just say that. Win.

I named my chest after Jay and Ian. They're both kind of ugly fugs from the UK. I never met them and I really don't plan on meeting them.

I have a random obsession with carpenters from small cities around oceans. Who also happen to be singers, who can't sing.

I think the guy who makes out with his girlfriend whose locker close to mine looks like Jacob Hoggard. It makes me want to brutally beat him with a stick. Because Jacob Hoggard is sexy ass carpenter.

I enjoy coffee and tea so much that I think I killed my insides.

Bon Jovi is really Jon Bovi, in my mind.

We also should eat our coffee and drink our muffins.

I talk to people via the interwebs whom I can't stand. Seriously, I don't seem to have the heart to either ignore them or block them.

That being said, I two-face back stab their worthless interweb pixels. Because I can.

Italian dressing grosses me out now. So does French.

My dress size is -244, or so the internet says so.

I love the internet.

I dislike posers.

I dislike people who think they have all they want in life. They should go stab themselves in the crotch.

I think guys who wear tight pants are hilarious, but they must not be very big. Sad.

I think using adjectives to make me look smarter is stupid. So instead I use swears words. Because I'm fucking awesome.

Everyday my brothers make sure to tell me how stupid, fat, ugly, and moronic I am. It warms the heart.

I could probably have a 90% average in school if I gave a damn.

I'm starting to think this is pointless.

I think Brendon Urie is a man whore, and that's hot.

The Devil of Jon Walkerism deserves to have his legs broken.

I like to add words I make up to my interwebs dictionary.

I did indeed, read a thesaurus today.

I remember nothing.

I could say more stuff, but maybe it's better if I don't.