so...yeah, I actually wrote this myself as a blog on myspace out of complete boredom and a completely uneccessary stint of sobriety that left my mind kinda woogy (woozy-gunky..innoporable for those who don't speak dre-linguo) feeling for awhile. If for some reason you decide to copy and paste this yourself...go right ahead. I'd love to read it...GOD, I can't believe I'm still awake. I need beer.

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER(i actually did this myself...)
NAME: Deondre L Holmes ["deedles"]
AGE: 22 years old [dead for 10 of them...]
RACE: cat
CLASS: stray
OCCUPATION: barely accoplished writer, retail slave, alcoholic
PLACE OF BIRTH: lawton, OK
WEOPON: sarcasm, quick wit, sharp tongue, ...generally has lots of metal portruding from cloths, garments and accessaries, [has tendency to throw things], and charm.
SPECIAL SKILLS: able to consume insanely large amounts of alcohol without dying, able to live in an almost constant state of misery, able to eat weight in food with minimal gain in mass, able to smile while expressing highly pessimistic views lacking any hope of change for better or improvement, able to tune out all elements of reality and block natural senses while entering nightmarish dream state, able to predict misfortune[as misfortune always occurs], able to wear make up and women's accesories and look cute despite apparent existence of male genetalia, able to listen to Elliott Smith AND Dashboard Confessional for hours in succession without taking own life, able to ramble mindlessly about nonsense while sounding intelligent and making nonsense seem important, can make the world vibrate when heavily intoxicated.
FEARS: repetition
GOAL: a means to an end...
STR: comes from the bottle, and inner turmoil/surpressed rage and angst
DEF: sarcasm, runs from crises
MAG: if you're drunk too
VIT: insides have rotted, so...not too good...
RARM: sleeve, glove, writing pen
LARM: glove, SMIRNOFF
HEAD: beanie(+3 VIT)
CHEST: hoodie(+10 DEF +10 VIT)
LEGS: steel toed combat boots(+PAIN TOWARDS YO ASS WHOOPIN BIATCH!)
ACC: mP3 player(+50 VIT), cell phone(+40VIT), bottle opener(-60 FRUSTRATION), pen(+10 STR)
LUCK: heh...heh heh heh...ha..ha ha...HAAHAH HAH......HAH HAH HAHA HAA HAA HAH!....HAAHH HAAHH HAAHH HAAHHH AHHHHH!!!
ULTIMATE ATTACK: "SUPER DEATH BALL OF GOTHY DOOM AND SOUL RAPAGE FROM THE GREAT BEYOND OF SORTS!!!"
DESCRIPTION: This is actually a non-playable character as he actually does not to aid your party in saving the world from "the great evil that will set the sky ablaze", because seeing the sky in such a way just may inspire him to paint again, and OH what a joy that would be, would it not?..however, if you ever wanna have a drink or something, feel free to give him a call.

Boredom...yay...

so...yep, all of the above was an actually blog entry from my myspace...seriously. here's the link even.

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I don't just randomly make this stuff up...well...I do...I did...but not in the last 24 hours. Why am I still awake? maybe I should go running...into a car. yes...then I could sleep.

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SLEEP...*said in snake-like seductive, nipple touchy voice*