According to a test I took a few weeks ago (so ok it’s not really a test it’s just a game), I have 57% chances of going to hell and I will become famous – and subsequently killed by a stalker.

Honestly, I’ve had a history of stalkers. Twice during my early college and twice just after college. And here I go with a bit of the details…

I’m dedicating this song I’m listening to right now to a guy I know and admire. Here’s to bittersweet pain, unchangeable love and shattered moments.

When I came here there was more.
Now I’ve come back to destroy,
And I’ve got nothing left,
And it’s a shame what we’ve become,
When we hurt the ones we love,
And it’s a place I can not go,
Anymore.

When we collide we lose ourselves.
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It’s a hard mistake.
When we collide,
We break.

lol! I’m having way too much fun with the results of these blog things. And to think I have 1 blog to template and 6 articles to review tonight.

You’re an Expert Kisser

You’re a kissing pro, but it’s all about quality and not quantity You’ve perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone’s socks off And you’re adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Anyone wanna try my smooches? joke!

Cooooooool! Most of my officemates took this exam for fun and most of them got a percentage lower than 52%. And viola! I am the most abnormal of them all! I still think that picture is scary.

You Are 72% Abnormal

You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul.You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess.You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom’s basement. You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

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I look stupid in this photo, no make-up, messy hair, unprepared smile… I don’t even know why I even allowed my friends to portray me as a drunkard. I’m not, I’m not alcohol depended either. I drink yes but I no longer drink as much as I used to back in college… I wouldn’t want to unveil my past now would I?

Anyways, cheers!

Never in my whole life did I dream of becoming a teacher. Singing in front of a bar full of drinking people is different from talking in front of a room full of serious people. It’s more intense, more demanding of confidence… it’s creepy.

Today, I had to do just that – twice! I am the temp trainer and I had to conduct a hands on training with the new employees. It felt awkward and thankfully I pulled it off just nicely (I think I did, so shut up )

I’m sharing some emails again….

These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line… but the least romantic second line.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.