I'm 19 and Asian. Too bad I'm not a porn star. Or hot. Someone told me not to rep the Bay; why not? This is where I stay! I'm going to write 1,000 reasons I have to smile on this blog. Hopefully, you'll smile, too. I go this way <---|--->. I love my girlfriend. I like cute animals. And tasty animals. And weird animals. I want to become one of those Internet-famous gay guys, except not. I have no talent. But I love to dance. I'm not good at taking pictures, in both senses of the phrase. I'm not very pretty, but I'm pretty cool. I like to make friends. Out of Playdoh. Just kidding; I just use my imagination because I got a C in ceramics. How do you get a C in ceramics?! Internet-bullies annoy me. Why don't you pick on somebody your own IP address? I like to play with my Rubik's cube and my Ouiji board. I used to be able to recite pi to the 50th digit. I can sing the ABCs backwards, but I can't sing. I love funny songs. I meant to write "jokes," but I love funny songs, too. I need a life-can you be in it?
Dear dreams,
I’m sorry I can’t see you for a while. You’re on the other side of this barbed wire fence with padlocked a gate and I’ve nothing but a few pebbles of hope that dissolve every time I see the distance between us. A crowbar, the jaws of life, nor even a key could let me get to you. What I need is money. Money to escape this zoo. And some kind of brainwasher thingy to make the women who keep me away from you let me you forever…
