Grarrr.

I'm pretty for a boy. I'm eccentric. I'm agile. I'm creative. I'm as gangster as a skinny white boy can be without being obsessed with black culture or organized crime. I'm a lover who knows how to fight. I'm obsessed with music and art. I'm a second-rate writer who takes pride in not being professional. I'm Bradley Edward Bodenstab.

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I'm bumping techno music like a hardass and none-ya'll can stop me. Check it.

*Performs the robot, then dances to the beat*

I'm Bradums B...the hottest thing to hit the scene since Vesuvius, bitch.

I don't know what the fuck is going on.
I have no idea whether things are real or lies.
I want to just say "fuck it" and forget it, but if I did, I'd be just as miserable.
Yet, if I keep going on with the theatrics that comprise my life, I'll be miserable anyway.

...I'm fucked.

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I want whoever reads this to describe me as a person.

...please.

Your Inner European is Irish!


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So...um...yeah. I'm not dying, so here are the pics:

( ddrxparty pics )

I'm really, really tired. I was going to put pictures up from the DDR Party, but I'm seriously way too tired to stay up long enough to upload them onto Photobucket and all that, so I'll do it tomorrow. Goodnight everyone. Thanks to the people who came. <3

~P.S. Lacey, you lost both bets. You owe me sucka <3

Hey everyone. If any of you are interested in seeing the meaningless crap I write in poem form, I have another journal to keep track of the stuff I write. Just something to check out if you're interested in such a thing. My journal is being rich-text retarded right now, so I can't make the snazzy lj link to it, but if you aren't that lazy, copy and ( Read more... )

I am thinking it's a sign ( Read more... )