Post by arada on Feb 16, 2008 20:18:44 GMT -5
The following things you may or may not read are both dull and boring. If you want to bore yourself to a very quick death, then by all means, read this profile.
But I’d rather you didn’t, if you do, then die from it. I’m going to have to fill out forms if you do. Die that is.
And I hate filling out forms.
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The Blank Crown is not a hotel, a house, a real crown, a drink or anything else. Or she doesn’t think she is.
What The Blank Brown is, is a person. A living breathing person that is breathing the not so clean air of New Jersey at the moment, and possibly sitting at a cold desk that has gum at the bottom of it wondering when the day will end.
But maybe she’s skipping through a field of flowers, who knows.
Regardless, she is a female, she does go to a school, and she is in the sad unloved state of New Jersey.
She does not own a cat, or a type writer, and she has never written about three unfortunate orphans who have, as far as she and part of the world knows, lived through a series of unfortunate events.
She does not have magical powers, she does not have sex with every one, she is not perfect, and among things she is a liar, so I doubt you should take any of this to heart, she could have bee lying when she told me about herself.
But it’s possible it could be true.
Her life is sadly not filled with men and passion, she does not hear her ideas from God, and she is not a good person.
Her hobbies include cooking, gardening, writing, hiking, drawing, bird watching, cloud watching, climbing trees, archery, swimming, sleeping, and some other things she rather me not add in case someone she knew read this and banned her from various things. Like the telly.
She hopes you will enjoy her various stories and that you will not steal anything thing from them, because she really has worked very hard on all of them.
All right, most of them.
Seeing as I have run out of notes on this woman, whose age I see I have not reveled, I suppose I will have to draw this to an end. I hope you found some of this interesting, because I know I did not, and that you did not die from sheer boredom from all of this.
As stated before Miss Crown does not like filling out paper work, and she’ll have my head on a table by her front door for all her house guests to see if someone sues her.
But I’d rather you didn’t, if you do, then die from it. I’m going to have to fill out forms if you do. Die that is.
And I hate filling out forms.
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The Blank Crown is not a hotel, a house, a real crown, a drink or anything else. Or she doesn’t think she is.
What The Blank Brown is, is a person. A living breathing person that is breathing the not so clean air of New Jersey at the moment, and possibly sitting at a cold desk that has gum at the bottom of it wondering when the day will end.
But maybe she’s skipping through a field of flowers, who knows.
Regardless, she is a female, she does go to a school, and she is in the sad unloved state of New Jersey.
She does not own a cat, or a type writer, and she has never written about three unfortunate orphans who have, as far as she and part of the world knows, lived through a series of unfortunate events.
She does not have magical powers, she does not have sex with every one, she is not perfect, and among things she is a liar, so I doubt you should take any of this to heart, she could have bee lying when she told me about herself.
But it’s possible it could be true.
Her life is sadly not filled with men and passion, she does not hear her ideas from God, and she is not a good person.
Her hobbies include cooking, gardening, writing, hiking, drawing, bird watching, cloud watching, climbing trees, archery, swimming, sleeping, and some other things she rather me not add in case someone she knew read this and banned her from various things. Like the telly.
She hopes you will enjoy her various stories and that you will not steal anything thing from them, because she really has worked very hard on all of them.
All right, most of them.
Seeing as I have run out of notes on this woman, whose age I see I have not reveled, I suppose I will have to draw this to an end. I hope you found some of this interesting, because I know I did not, and that you did not die from sheer boredom from all of this.
As stated before Miss Crown does not like filling out paper work, and she’ll have my head on a table by her front door for all her house guests to see if someone sues her.