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- Interests: Reading, Writing, drawing, anime/manga, listening to music, listing commonly used interests...
- Favourite movie: Howl's Moving Castle, Paprika, Pan's Labyrinth, Red Eye
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- Favourite genre of music: All over the place. Rock mainly, some pop too. I'll give anything a try.
- Favourite artist: Dali, Klimt, Cassat, Degas, and a bajillion deviants.
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- Favourite style of art: surrealism
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- Favourite game: JOO
- Personal Quote: I forget what I say as quickly as I've said it.
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I have some bad news, and I'm truly sorry that you had to find out this way. Not long ago, I got married to a nice young lady from college. We're very happily honeymooning, and I must say that the married life is total bliss. Except for the screaming fights, the lackluster "intimate"(wink wink, nudge nudge) activities and the several attempts to poison me so far which she swears were all accidents. Right. Because she "accidentally" bought strychnine on a government permit and then "accidentally" put it my evening tea six times in a row. But I digress. What I'm saying is, GET ME OUT OF THIS. I mean, no- wait. I meant, you and I can't see each other anymore because I'm happily married.
Except for weekends. And Thursday and Friday.
Aw, heck. I'm free whenever you're free.
Oh God, alright, I confess!I'm living in a badly-written teen romance novel without you, Shelley. And not one of those sort-of-okay ones that has some semblance of plot. A new genre of romance, laced with the unmitigated horror of married life. Say Stephen King and Stephanie Meyer teamed up to write "Twilight: The Zombie Lover Saga Part 2."
Oh, God in heaven. Please help me. I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED!
My Best Regards,
KATE
P.S. Do you think I could market that "Zombie Lover" thing? It just struck me- that idea could be solid gold with the pubescent demographic.
It is quite shocking to hear that you have come into this epidemic which affects so many people every year, especially while H1N1 gets all of the attention! Although I suppose I am not as surprised with the outcome of this marriage,as everything you described is a common symptom.
Thus, I believe that I can be your doctor (I'm referring to this as a metaphor, not the game we play) and help you overcome this terrible affliction.
I have researched for quite some time on how to cure this exact problem, and I believe I have found the solution in some well-known research papers written by another doctor.
I have updated the language into the modern form.
Say! I like [cheating on my wife]...ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
I would [sleep with Shelley] in a boat.
I would [sleep with Shelley] with a goat.
I would [sleep with Shelley] in a house.
I would [sleep with Shelley] with a mouse.
I would [sleep with Shelley] in a box.
I would [sleep with Shelley] with a fox.
I would. I could. In a car. Yes I'd [sleep with Shelley]! Here she...are.
A train! A train! A train! A train! I could, I would [sleep with Shelley] on a train!
Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! I would, I could, in the dark!
I would [sleep with Shelley] here or there.
I would [sleep with Shelley] anywhere!
And there you have it. The solution to all of your problems. And probably world hunger.
As for your potential book, I would highly encourage you to write it. However, remember to keep readers interested. Perhaps those who are romantically involved can have a baby? Preferably, the one partner can be impregnated with a zombie child that is trying to crawl upwards out of her uterus towards the brains that it so greatly desires. However, remember to have a sweet ending. The mother must convey to the baby that she has no brain because she sold it on the black market to pay for sex toys. She then gives birth. Her best friend, the pedophile mortician, will fall in love with the baby. And everyone will live happily ever after. Daaaawww.
Sexy Timez,
Shelley
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What a lovely pachyderm.
MWAH! \( ò3ó )/
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What a lovely pachyderm.
MWAH! \( ò3ó )/
Muchas gracias por tu apoyo!
Thank you very much for your support!
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Por una cabeza de un noble potrillo
que justo en la raya afloja al llegar
y que al regresar parece decir:
no olvides, hermano,
vos sabes, no hay que jugar...
Losing by a head of a noble horse
who slackens just down the stretch
and when it comes back it seems to say:
don't forget brother,
You know, you shouldn't bet.
Read this as soon as you finish Labyrinth. I like it a lot, and wish to discuss it with you.
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"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies." -Neil Gaiman
"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future." -Ludo
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What a lovely pachyderm.
MWAH! \( ò3ó )/
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"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies." -Neil Gaiman
"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future." -Ludo
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What a lovely pachyderm.
MWAH! \( ò3ó )/
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