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Age: 18
Birthday: Dec/24/1989
Color/ eyes: Brown
Color/ hair: Black
Current residence: Texas
Degree of education: High school
Favorite/ Anime: Code Geass
/ Film: The Host
/ Fruit: Strawberry
/ Game: Checkers
/ Horror icon: Vampire
/ Manga: .hack// Legend of The Twilight
/ Music genre: Rock
/ Video game: Dynasty warriors
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Motto: Sh!t happens; welcome to the real world.
Nationality: British
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Hello and Welcome!
For those of you who know me, I suck at introductions. And for those of you who don’t, surprise!
This is my personal blog page, containing an occasionally detailed sum up of my life over the course of about a week. Besides this page, I also have two worlds at TheOtaku.com My Life
page is my central hub of operations, containing a brief version of my blog, project updates and other stuff. My other page, Work, is just as the name suggests and contains all my projects.
I believe that conversation is the best way to learn about someone and to make friends. If you’re interested or interesting just PM me at any time.
Thank you and enjoy your visit.
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Lately iv been asking myself “Why do I come on here?” and “What point dose it serve?”. And to be honest, I haven’t got an answer to give myself.
This site seems pointless, redundant, lacking of a single good characteristic. It provides no joy for me as of late while at the same time conning me into thinking that I’m achieving something. Well, what have I achieved? If my goal was to make friends then iv failed on a massive scale. Most of the people on my friends list either don’t reply anymore or only reply if you comment on their site. Whatever happened to a friend filled friends list? Since when was friendship limited to an “Ill scratch your back if you scratch mine” basis?
This site feels gilded, like a rotting wooden statue covered in imitation gold. I’m going to take some time to think about my reasons for coming here. If I was you, I wouldn’t expect to hear from me for a while.
Later.
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