I have a cat, she stinks like farts these days or something and it's getting annoying, she's a stray, but I can't get rid of her cause thats a death sentance, unless your giving away kittens, so she just kinda eats all my food, and sits anywhere I sit.
so not looking for another fat lazy girl to eat all my food and lay around everywhere.

I am suppose to be clever so you realize how great I am, but I'd rather disappoint you so you like me for who you learn I am, and not for the lies I tell you I am.

I see alot of cute girls on these forums and such here, then look at thier profile and see thongs and ass, and boobs, and while very happy to get a free look... I never really wanna write to them.
cause then I wonder, am I writing to them cause they are hot, or cause I really wanna get to know them, and well, being honest, it's probably not cause I wanna get to know them. so I just move on, in search of the perfect girl thats somewhere a mix between liv tyler, and tori amos, and who understands what my screen name means.

I am a artist by nature, this means generally anything artistic has some sort of inspirational meaning to me, everything that allows me to be creative, is great to me, cameras, pens, paint, legos, videocameras, computers, paper, clay... I like it all. I mainly focus on photography, video and pen drawings.
but I like it all.
cant sing or play music, though I wish I could.

I love skateboarding, but I find my time these days strained between skating with my friends, or trying to be a good student and do my home work, and eventually focus on opening my own business some day.

I am extremely honest, and I don't buy this crap girls say about being jaded.
that BS. if your life sucks, I'll find a way to make you smile.
if your life is good...
maybe you can make me smile.

below I know I am suppose to write about a great date that your suppose to wanna share with me, but I can't cause I honestly have no idea how I ever get a girlfriend in the first place.
seems I meet girls, we become good friends, then something just changes one day and then were more then friends. it's been great luck so far, cause that honestly means I date girls I know, not strangers I forced myself to know.
but it also means I have no idea how to just date.
I can't imagine what its like to plain old meet a girl, then ask for her phone number with the expectation of calling her, then making some quick bond with her over dinner, and then starting a relationship.
it seems to haphazard, and forced.
I think if 2 people meet, and something works out, things will just go that way.
if it's meant to be, it will happen, if not, don't worry about it.

either way, if your looking for someone to talk to, hell I'd love to talk to you.
doesn't matter if you wanna flirt with me or not.
talk is cool, I like getting to know new people.

oh yeah, and the date below, I was just writing about 2 fu-cked up people meeting, and hitting it off, and not really realizing they were soul mates, ever.
that kinda sounds like how it would be if I was to actually try to date.
I just wouldn't know how.
like I said, I just don't know how I ever get girlfriends.
one day were friends, next were not.
from there, going out to dinner and such, just come naturally.
seems odd to just try and force it all to happen.

we will go somewhere, and I will stare at your butt while you walk. you will think I am a nice guy, and I will wonder if your wearing a thong. our smart as s comments will be the banter of the night, bouncing off the chinks in our armor that we made for ourself to protect ourself from each other.
all while imagining that we are opening up to each other.
you'll lie to me, and tell me your nearly a virgin, while the reality is you can sit on a basketball and lift it without using your hands...
I'll tell you I am a millionaire, and the reality will be I make $4 a day.
we can talk about nothing, and laugh at things that aren't clever.
I will lie and tell you what you wanna hear.
you will lie and make me think I am gonna get you naked soon so I can play with your boobs, and do you doggystyle.
but you will be thoroughly disappointed by my baby thumb penis, but I won't care, cause by then, its too late.
you'll try to act like a nice good girl, meanwhile your trying to tell me how you have a fetish for being tied up, and spanked with ping pong paddles or something.
I'll try to figure out how I can get you to have sex in public.
with my tiny penis, and your huge lose vagina, we will have horrible sex.
then you will wonder why I didn't call later.
I'll go home and watch becker again, waiting for you to call.
3 days later, I'll be eating cold pizza out of a box, you'll be flippin out wondering how come a loser like me didn't call, and if a loser doesn't even call you back, then what does that make you.

but the reality is, your a great girl.
I am a weird guy.
neither made the first move.
and life passes us by.

you might be my soulmate.
but we'll never know.
all you'll remember is how I stared at your butt.
and that your were a ho.

it will be terrible.
the thing bad stories are written about.
but for some reason... you'll want me, as much as I wanted you.

so you'll get married 8 years later, to a real nice lawyer.
then have 3 kids, and a volkswagon.
then one day, in your grocery store, someone will look familiar, counting change behind you.
it will be sad, cause you won't remember me.
I will be oblivious to you, counting my pennies.
you will go home.
make another baby.

then somewhere in the back of my mind.
I'll wish that was me, with you.