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Don't be silly ofcourse I am a ****** who has freakish tendencies and uses jibber jabber language and makes absurd analogies like how fried Oreoes, when converted into global currency, is worth one hundred Indian virgins. Fact: I am awkward. I make people feel uncomfortable and they can never follow my train of thought because it leaves at 4pm from Seattle and will end up in Atlantis at approximately 3,000 BCE (unless you take wind resistence into account). I would sometimes rather sit alone and read a book than go out and have "fun" with people and I can become very irritable when around humans for too long and then my brain becomes unfriendly and my demeanor becomes elderly and dry and jokes are not funny but just tiring and childish and then I know it's time for my nap which does not involve sleeping, because that's more of a miracle than walking on ceilings so I mostly sit, eyes open staring and sorting out thoughts, filing away emotions and sensory experiences until I feel recharged and have enough bars to go out and play again.
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
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Don't be silly ofcourse I am a ****** who has freakish tendencies and uses jibber jabber language and makes absurd analogies like how fried Oreoes, when converted into global currency, is worth one hundred Indian virgins. Fact: I am awkward. I make people feel uncomfortable and they can never follow my train of thought because it leaves at 4pm from Seattle and will end up in Atlantis at approximately 3,000 BCE (unless you take wind resistence into account). I would sometimes rather sit alone and read a book than go out and have "fun" with people and I can become very irritable when around humans for too long and then my brain becomes unfriendly and my demeanor becomes elderly and dry and jokes are not funny but just tiring and childish and then I know it's time for my nap which does not involve sleeping, because that's more of a miracle than walking on ceilings so I mostly sit, eyes open staring and sorting out thoughts, filing away emotions and sensory experiences until I feel recharged and have enough bars to go out and play again.
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matalie-niller
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
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