Me, Myself & I!!!

ME.
Just some random thing I got off a pal from FictionPress, which seems really fun-you know I love talking about ME(click on the above ME to visit my FictionPress profile. Read & Review, people.)!!!

And sex.

Frankly, not too bothered about it. I mean, sure, a fuck buddy would be nice, but not interested at the moment. No man turning me on that much NOW either... He's gonna have a hard time. Did I also mention that I get bored easily too? Probably gonna need NEW fuck buddies every so often.

And insanity.

I'm not insane, but I think everyone else is. You'd have to be insane to be my friend though. The right kind of insane, mind you. It's NOT discrimination, but somehow, I don't think it'd be a good idea to put me with that fella fresh out of the mental institution. For his sake & all your peace of minds. (You understand.)

And revenge.

Really. Revenge, is GOOD! For starters, there's the therapeutic aspect to it. Works for me at least. (I'd turn big, mean & green otherwise, exposure to radioactive waste or not.)

And school.

I dropped out of ALL schools-which I considered a sort of prison THEN, only to be kept under what's looking to be permanent house arrest. So not fun. Sigh...

And languages.

I speak English fluently. Read & write it like a pro too. Can speak Cantonese-it's actually a pretty FUN language-but I really don't care for other dialects like Mandarin, beyond having enough grasp to order my favourite meals at the hawker centre.

And dignity.

Oh, I'm proud. Make no mistake. Some might call it arrogance, even! Can you imagine?!

And food.

I don't do DRUGS. I do FOOD. Yay for the big fat bitch that I am. Who wants to be skinny anyway?! So tedious.

And hair.

I fucking NEED a crew-cut. The mother objects. Soon. SOON. I'll get whatever crew-fucking-cut I want.

And homosexuality.

I'm not against homosexuality. Just him if/when he ever demands a threeseome when I'm fucking him. So NOT happening!

And believing.

I believe. Of course I believe. Whole-heartedly & truly. 100% in ME, MYSELF & I!!!

And music.

Can't live without heavy metal these days... Iron Maiden, Metallica, Megadeath, Alice In Chains... You name it, I'd probably head-bang to it. Know someone who's not on this list but equally good? Introduce me, man. - & eEe, NO! I don't mean Fall Out Boy.

And talent.

Well. I write. & people do tell me I'm funny, which is good. & I also have an ego the size of this whole damn galaxy. Compete with that, I dare ya.

And books.

Can't live without them. The PAPER ones, mind you. I don't care for those so called e-books. Unlike music, REAL books MUST come in paper, to have & to hold. To cherish. Properly.

And love.

Need I really repeat this? As Turquoise says, "Lovers? I don't do lovers. Just Fuck Buddies."
Oh, & good old HATE trumps LOVE anytime. At least Hate ain't self-destructive. & you fucking know I would NEVER do anything to destroy myself.

And a favourite quote.

Naturally, someone like me is going to quote myself.
“The one thing I'll never be is sui-cidal. Homi-cidal is all fine and good 'cause that ain't MY survival on the line. Other people? Who fucking cares?!”~25th April '08

And myself.

Well, of course I'm going to say that I'm perfection incarnate, but you knew that already, didn't you? Ah, my good little Evil Minions... Hee.

So there you go, a crash-course introduction to yours truly. Don't be a stranger, yeah? I love ya'll too!

Cheers,
MidNight

Random Stuff I Get Off My Friends on Fictionpress.com

When you’re in jail a good friend will bail you out, but a best friend will be sitting right next to you saying "damn that was fun!"

MidNight-I think I want the best of both worlds. A good friend to bail me & my best friend sitting next to me out of whatever shit we'd gotten ourselves into. I think we'd need a really REALLY rich good friend. It's gonna happen quite often, people.

People say "Guns don't kill people, People kill people!" Well, I think guns help. If you stood there and yelled Bang, I don't think you'd kill too many people. (But personally I’d rather that someone stood facing me and just yelled "bang". I’d get the point.)

Yeah, but it's so much more fun to be the one running around with the gun, shooting at others. Let's try it. I'll stand facing you, yell "BANG!", see if you'd die & repeat the experiment, with a real gun going "BANG!" this time.

92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your head off.

(Personally, MidNight might suffocate from laughing too hard... But never mind. I'm sure the bloody sister is part of the 92%. Now, if only there was a way to convince something/somebody-Ashley Tisdale, perhaps??? she likes to tell her that. Heh. Tempting.)

Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent

Old & Wise?! NEVER.

Cool song... Yeah, I'm really into The Alan Parsons Project now. Damn. They're good.

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The lyrics...

Old and Wise - Alan Parsons Project

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh... when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh... when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a frined of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see

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Think about it. Why the hell would I ever want to be "old & wise"?! Too fucking tedious to bother really. All I know is that I'm definitely very pleased with myself being young & wise-ass. Heh. It's much more enjoyable this way, believe me.

Cheers,
MidNight The Magnificent, eternally 18! Heh.

So NOT A Lesbian.

I know how, with the way I always dress in unisex clothes (or even clothes that all come entirely from the men's department), people always assume I'm a butch, or a lesbian, or something... EXTREMELY irritating. Especially on my recent trip back. Hee. Still, it's a good occasion to drive people crazy. My retort? "Don't worry, I'm getting a sex change operation done once I'm 21, so, NOT lesbian." Heh. Not true, of course, but I love seeing their faces upon hearing that, so I've never been able to resist. Heh.
At least I know I'm more comfortable in my own skin than most other people out there. Oh, I'd so NEVER get a sex change done. I'd rather be "Queer" than merely Male/Female anyday. Queers do have more fun, ya know?!
Cheers,
MidNight