Jun 29 2013, 04:54 PM

I'm... androgynous. That means i have no specific gender. As you can probably tell by my spelling and grammar, I'm quite drunk at the moment, and i'll probaby freak out in the morning when I see this 'cause I'm a perfectionist when it comes to spelling correctly and stuuuff... well, that's the sober me. I'm not sure who's going to read this, my brain isn't exactly at it's prime right now, but if you are reading this, I want you to know that i'm a boy. And a girl. At once. I'm not goint to tell you what kind of gender i am biologicaly, 'cause I really don't know. I mean, I could check. But I don't want to. *giggle* I think that's it for me, and my drunk typing. I'm truøy sorry for posting this, but I wan't to see Spirit freaking out in the morning 'cause of all the spelling mistakes i've made. Haha. Good bye, friends.. - Matt.

Jun 29 2013, 04:27 PM

The poem... of cheese. It's delicious, yellow and holey It's made of milk and used in ravioli It's fun and not at all dangerous Though you may think me writing this is kind of preposterous But I can assure you that the whoe world guarantees, That nothing even comes close to the wonder that is cheese But you may ask why I find this yellow substance so brilliant And that is because I am, indeed, lactose intolerant. THE END!