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"There's this malt soda you can get at ghetto grocery stores or in the ethnic foods section of larger grocery chains --..."
More about Adam
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Schools:
Excelsior Springs High, Attended 1995 - 1999, Class of 1999
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College/University:
Rutgers University - Camden, Attended 2005 - Present, Class of 2008, Other
University of Missouri - Columbia, Attended - , Class of , Other
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Occupation:
Sponge
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Hobbies and Interests:
assiduously updating my friendster profile
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Favorite Books:
Naked Pictures of Famous People; Nights at the Circus; Lolita; Hume Variations; Mason and Dixon; You Shall Know Our Velocity; The Metaphysical Club; A Confederacy of Dunces; Barrel Fever; The Name of the World, The God of Small Things, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, The Pleasure of My Company
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Favorite Music:
anything with "post-" on the beginning of it
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Favorite TV Shows:
Don't have a TV -- and not in the way the way that people say that they don't have a television to convince you that they're superior (e.g. my roommate who sneaks television and then contrives an incredibly transparent ruse to try to convince you that he doesn't know anything about any television shows).; Daily Show; Colbert Report; Scrubs
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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About Me:
There's this malt soda you can get at ghetto grocery stores or in the ethnic foods section of larger grocery chains -- smells like Whoppers and tastes like Raisin Bran. And Goddamnit if it doesn't come in a pack of 10.
I also enjoy tennis.
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several things in relation to Adam and
myself...
1. He is the only man skinnier than
myself who I ever felt the slightest
attraction towards spiritually.
2. He once slapped me for suggesting
that his shoes were too tight. I had
stolen his shoes and was wearing them.
That is why he slapped me. At the time I
blamed him, but now I blame the Lord.
3. Only man I have ever met that truly
embodies what it means
to "represent". "Word".
I think of him constantly. The shape of his hands.
The texture of his skin. The size of his eyes. I
sometimes think of the efficiency and dedication
of which he can hate and I become tired. Unable
to satisfy a man who has disgust for so many
people. In return I make myself less desirable to
accomadate his malice. I become lazy, distant
and abrasive hoping I can facilitate his anger
towards me. If this were the only way in which I
could succed I would be happy. And I hope he
could be happy for me. But I won't hold my
breath. I would only die trying.
to myself "now there goes a man, and any
man I have ever known before, must
surely have been a child, struggling
through life, still suckling at their
mother's breast"
Years later, and this feeling has, if
anything, multiplied. If you do
anything other than digress in his
presence, I pity you.
won. I should add that the bear was
actually a cub. I also should add that the
bear had a broken leg...it also wasn't
ready...after he beat it Adam asked the
bear if it minded him gloating, before
the bear could respond Adam gloated
anyway.