Ingorant masses:
As of this date, you shall reliquish all your rights to Me, the almighty Overlord KrazyGamer. If you fail to do so, you will curse the day of your birth. Your penis shall shrivel and detach from your body. If you do not own a penis, I shall first curse you with one before proceeding.
There is but one god in this pitiful world, and that is Me. As did a greedy blasphemous fool centuries ago, I shall endeavor to author my own biography, to which the world shall thereupon refer as "The Holy Bible."
On the first day of My deployment as the God of the lowly infection of carbon parasites of which you take part, I shall demand that you devote all the time of your insignificant lives to rid your minds of all myths concerning all other mythical deities. I shall make your taste buds attuned to the unique taste of laxatives and to the pudding-like matter it causes.
I will not end my ruthless undertaking until the day the world is devoid of useless worship. If you are uncooperative, I shall devour your soul and fortune shall shun you. If you do cooperate without question, I shall only devour your soul. That is all for now.
Sadistically,
Overlord KrazyGamer
Whew. Just wanted to get that off my chest. The following is basically for me to get more stuff off my chest. It acts much as a journal does. I didn't really believe it before, but it does seem to work. You probably wouldn't want to read it.
I'm atheistI'm pro-abortionI don't like breast augmentationsI enjoy raunchy comedyI'm intolerant of racist remarksI'm like a chihuahua: I think I'm bigger than I am, and I'll stupidly stand up to just about anyoneI like to speak eloquently to confuse semi-illiterate moronsI subscribe to Dictionary.com's daily word thing and was extremely ecstatic to find that a friend of mine was also a subscriber.Although I've never actually been diagnosed with it, I consider myself a victim of depressionI go out of my way to help peopleI'm a considerably educated stupid fuckI hate my temperI have a pretty good memory, which is not really a good thing, because I keep remembering extremely embarrassing thingsI would hate myself much more if I were someone elseI cannot learn anything I'm not interested inI can be incredibly lazyI'm a perfectionist--if there's so much as a single pixel misaligned, I'll go back and change itI know VB, QB, HTML, JS, VBS, ASP, and random stuff in a plethora of other languages. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry. Go back to practicing clicking the big gray buttons and punching the big keys on your keyboard.I tend to skip meals when I'm doing somthing in which I take great interestI was cursed with a ridiculously high metabolism, which, when added to my chronic meal-skipping, is responsible for my underweightedness (technically, this isn't a real word, but if you're a lexicographers of a major dictionary, consider adding it. If you're a lexicographer of an obscure dictionary, ignore this).I'd die before I'd take up smoking or drinking or doing drugs (I'd probably die if I ever did anyway).I can't take amusement park ridesI'd laugh at someone because they had a larger penis than I.I suck at Math.I never really did well in my English classes, albeit my good grammar and crap.I never really did well in school. Period.I hate when women say men worry too much about the size of their penis. After all, breast enhancements are a common practice, whereas penile enlargement--hell, I don't even know if that's actually possible.Aside from cons, I'd give up my life for just about anyoneMy name in Chinese means "fortune," which is irony at its best, seeing as how I bring only misery.Freud would probably go crazy trying to understand meI've been made a fool of every single day when I was in middle school. This stupid son of a bitch murdered my self-esteem. Now I live in an entirely other city. People are nice here, so I don't get picked on anymore. So I do it myself.I don't remember the first and only time I've been out of this stateI can't wait until I'm in the state of decompositionI love pro wrestling. The Rock is the best!I watch WWF programming, Batman Beyond (I heard they canceled that show), Men In Black (I heard they canceled that too), Friends (the old ones that recycle on KTLA--the new ones coincide with Smackdown), Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air (they canceled it years ago, thanks to Will Smith's and Tatyana Ali's pursuit for a career in music), Mad TV (no SNL for me), and Jackass. I don't watch Simpsons anymore.I used to collect comics, specifically X-Men. Now I'm just a casual reader of Witchblade and Tomb Raider. I've pretty much ditched X-Men.I like animé. For a while, I would rent an animé one day, copied it, returned it, and got another one the next day, as part of the 30-day deal Blockbuster. Then those bastards lost a video I returned and I'm gonna have to pay for it. That's when I stopped renting.I can't wait to see a female president. It's theoretically possible, but three things need to be done: 1) There obviously needs to be a female candidate, 2) The majority of the voters need to vote for her, and 3) The stupid Electoral College has to vote for her! They'd better not screw the country over like they did with the Gore/Bush election.
Most people have dogs or cats as pets...I have a pet turtle. My apartment manager won't allow anything that makes a lot of noise (there's a stupid annoying baby that cries a lot), or anything that can get out, hump another animal of its species, and breed. I used to have hamsters (they're my favorite pet), finches (a type of bird), and fish. I get really sad whenever I think about the hamsters. See, we had this couple of hamsters. I don't know exactly what happened, but when I came back from our traditional tea on Sunday, the female was dead, with ants eating her corpse. I mournfully removed her from the cage and buried her. I don't see how people can flush a beloved pet down their toilet--it's just sickening. We think it died from a spider bite or something of the like. The poor boy must've really loved her. After that incident, he'd just mope around, and do nothing but sulk. One fateful day, when I came back from another cursed tea-thing, he was dead. He drowned in his vat of water. I don't know if it's possible, but it may have been suicide. It's like an actual Romeo and Juliet story...only with hamsters. He was my favorite pet, too. The finches--hell, I don't even wanna talk about them. If you'll excuse me, I got something in my eye.
I saved my old house from being burned down twice.
I have a credit card/ATM card with a total balance of about 5 bucks. Whoa, I'm livin' large now. My calling card has more value.I haven't talked to my best friend for weeks now. Some friend I am. I used to talk with him over the phone for hours (that doesn't make us any less of men). Then I moved. Now I'm sad.I'm in a gang called "The Chess Club." TCC 4 life! j/kI've overcome two nervous habits--chewing on my collar, and cracking my jaw. I've since developed a new one: cracking my fingers. I can't stop myself. I'm just really nervous. I guess I've got a milder version of Social Anxiety Disorder or something.
Once, in elementary school, I let a girl pinch me with her fingernails until I bled and had a small piece of raw flesh ready to fall off. Just for a stupid dare. The strange thing is that it didn't hurt much. I tried it later on and it was too painful.The best thing anyone's ever done for me is read this crap.I don't cry much. It's really weird. Sometimes I wish I did, though. I wonder if my parents die before I do, would I cry? It would really suck if I didn't. After middle school, I've become somewhat of an empty shell, lacking some emotions.About seven years ago, I learned Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening and Fire and Ice by the Robert Frost, just for the hell of it. I am still able to recite both today.I'm Superman. No. Really.I used to play violin in elementary. I got first chair, beating the then-champ (who had more experience and a private tutor) by a single point. Like many things, I eventually forgot how to play. Then I gave recorders a shot. That failed, not I'm trying my luck at guitars. Give me two more weeks and that'll fail too.I do not have a terminal illness, I just get really depressed for tiny, insignificant things.My first love was visual art. Then computing overshadowed that. I started with a crappy $100 AT&T computer from Staples (yeah, until I bought it, I didn't know AT&T made computers either), with a blazin' 14.4K modem. The one I use currently is my fourth. Anyway, a bunch of years later, I joined DeviantArt and became obsessed with poetry. Enough so to get me to make a site primarily for it. So there you go.Unlike people that brag about their state-of-the-art computers, I'd just like to say I have a rather obsolete machine.About five years ago, I had attended a private Chinese school for a few years, with a friend to whom I still speak, for a few years. I think I gave up after my third year. I don't know what happened. I guess I wasn't too interested in it. Plus, it's hard as hell tryin' to learn a language that doesn't have an alphabet.
Random Thoughts
Here's where I discuss to my non-existent visitors.
I and all the remaining students in the bus were detained for a while. During the ride, some idiot was smoking what we assumed was cannibis. The bus driver turned the bus around and we went all the way back to school. Here's the stupid part: the smoker--whomever he/she was--had plenty of time to toss the joint (assuming it was one) out the countless windows. They apprehended a guy (whom a fellow detainee alleged wasn't really the culprit) and we headed back. Man, was I suffering. I drank a 20-ounce bottle of water prior to the ride and had to hold it in throughout the duration of the ordeal (those fuckers wouldn't let me off). I got off the bus at my usual bus stop and walked the remaining two blocks to my apartment complex. I zipped into the bathroom and...uh...let's just say I'm five pounds lighter.
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