I am stupid today. And everyday. Stupid, stupid, horrid, morbid, morbid. Torrid, turpid, turbid. Everything in my life ends in an id. Get it?
Get what?
Id. It's Freud, you know.
Oh. Right. Yeah. Id.
Idealistic idiot, idiosyncratic idler. Everything begins in id as well.
Everything begins with I, you mean. Which is ego, not id.
Bizarrely random. Two words that describe this life of mine. I wonder if things would be any better if I went and lived my life anew. Now. Anytime, actually. My likes? Music. Books. And yes, sadism in very generous quantities. And Calvin. ( One guy weirder than I can ever aspire to be!) I thrive on sarcasm. And Seinfeld. And yes, I'm worse than I sound. My aspiration in life is to become evil, I hear I am too much of a nice person - for myself to bear.
About Me
- paranoidandroid
- Keywords to my life. Sarcasm. Pessimism. Pasta. Douglas Adams. Jimmy Page. Saki. Misanthropy. Ian Anderson. Cheesecake. Fantasy fiction. Icecream on Wednesdays. Robert Plant. Wodehouse. Hugh Jackman. Genuine. FabIndia. Chinese takeout. Scotch-Ginger Ale. Jimi Hendrix. Ipod. Gloss. Rahman. Wild child.
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One can look at this blog and say tht u r back in kgp-the godforsaken place
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