April 4th, 2006
|11:33 am - A missed April Fool's Day does not mean a day without fun|
Very sadly, I was not online on April 1. This is primarily a shame because the internet is at its finest on April 1, and I just never made it to my computer that day. Instead, I was busy doing yard work, going to see V for Vendetta, and and gallery hopping to get some XP.
Because of this, I was generally unaware of the various pranks perpetuated throughout the day.
But in their spirit, I have a fun little exercise. At least 50% of the following 15 statements are true. I'll let you decide which are true and which are not.
Every LJ entry I write is elaborated on or exaggerated. I cannot remember when I last wrote an entry that was 100% true. Then again, honesty, to me, isn't a matter of truth, so while they haven't been true, they've been 100% honest.
None of these people exist: Kori, Washburn, and Mazi.
None of those people exist in most realities, but they're definitely alive and kicking in mine, and I've slept with all three.
I have, effectively, been turned down by every girl I've ever asked to date me, but I have fallen (very happily) into relationships I didn't actually ask for.
The first girl who ever kissed me is dead. The second was deported to Armenia.
I get a kick out of the perception that I only listen to one form of music (and more that I listen to only one artist), but really, I can enjoy all forms to some extent, even country.
I don't speak about my sexual activity with others and expect the same respect from them. I do, however, speak freely about topics like masturbation and sometimes hold entire convesations about sex as it relates to others. I have no idea why I won't talk about sex with particular people but can wax philosophic on the joys of masturbation.
On the other hand, because everyone knows that Mazi and I have had wild, passionate sex, I don't mind saying that we do it nearly every day.
Very few people believe I'm shy, which completely confuses me.
I originally said that I didn't make the "Date MJD" application because it was too complicated. The real reason is that I was sick and tired of people telling me not only how to date, but how to run my whole damn life.
My Magic 8 Ball has never once been wrong. This bodes poorly for a certain couple I know, but I don't want to tell them: it would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I dislike cooking for myself, and will generally live out of a can if given the option. However, I don't mind doing dishes and am sometimes pretty anal about doing them, actually taking a break from whatever I'm doing to immediately wash a dish and keep the sink completely clear of dishes.
The girl I would call my "dream girl" has deep blue eyes and her kisses taste like peanut butter.
If I'm poking fun at you, it means I like you. If I've given you a nick name, I'm probably not particularly liking you so much (but if in doubt ask, don't assume). If you've given me a nick name, I'm probably tolerating it with amusement.
If I cannot see the humour in it, I will not do it. I can, thus, sometimes be talked into something just because it's freakin' funny.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "All the Ways I Want You", -JB
A lot of jokes are in poor taste that day, yes. Far more than anyone ever should read in one lifetime.
On the other hand, though, you can occasionally find some gems to read through. And there's always that monent when, in a weird news story, you wonder wtf is going on, but you can't quite figure out if someone really was that stupid, or whether it's just a joke. . .
But I can understand why you'd like to punch ol' Al for this whole dumb internet thing.