Ok, now that I have wasted precious seconds of your life with complete and udder (mooo) nonsense, how about I type something worth reading? Or not. Well, obviously I have a central website now. It contains all of my interests and work I have created over the years in one easily accessible place. If only there were a place like that for people to share who they are. Face-whata? Oh yeah, that ole bastard. Well that phenomenon seems to be a bit limited on what I can do and how I want to present myself, so I created a website from scratch to really showcase what I want to be seen. Don't worry, I'm still on and use Facebook. Don't get your crusty pink panties in a wad. No need for your to fill up your huggies just yet. I have not abandoned e-society and descended into social apprehension. I am merely just branching off into my own little world. That world, however, can be a dangerous place if you are not prepared. For I am a mysterious force of unforeseen existence. No...you're right. That means nothing. I just wanted to sound smart.
I hope to provide to you...yes YOU...with the content that you would dream to read. If you made it this far, then don't get your hopes up just yet. Give me a few blog entries to get your attention and steal your interest. I want to mug you with my words, while I flirt with your mind. Ok...it's getting weird between us. And for that...I do not apologize, for I think we have something special. Call me maybe? Bitch..you BETTER call me. And don't forget to ask what color socks I'm wearing.
Anyway, if you still don't care about what I'm saying, then do yourself a favor and walk the plank off of this ship. For me bird is squakin' up a there storm, lad! Fuck, I wish I were a pirate. I would imagine becoming a pirate is much like being initiated into a gang. You have to do something to really prove yourself. If I were trying to become a pirate, I would steal the booty. I would steal ALL of that booty. For the booty is the pirate's best lad. The booty makes you feel good when you look at it. The way the booty glistens in the light makes you just wanna grab it. And having lots of booty makes others jealous. They see a pirate with so much booty that theyz be like DAAAAYUUUUMM! I GOTS ta get me summa that BOOTY! ARG!! That's right, they fantasize about getting some of that booty, for their booty is cheap and ghetto. That there ghetto booty. But booty is booty no matter the quality. That's my motto and I'm sticking too it. (I just wanted to see how many times I could use the word booty).
Now enough about pirates and their gold. I obviously need some help...and some sleep. SO.. I hereby leave you with this pirate poem to tickle your pirate fancy while you sleep. (That does not sound creepy...I promise).
Shiver me timbers, shiver me toes
I look at me booty, as the hot air flows
I sip on me rum, as I chew on me gum
Then I grab me booty, and alas the wind blows