death be not mine

just so you know, i do not have a girlfriend named shaniqua. nor did i die suddenly from cancer in my bowels. seriously guys, how do you come up with these things? maybe i'm in the witness protection program and i don't even know it. they keep trying to 'kill me off' but they can't because i keep disproving it. i think next time i hear about my death on tumblr i'm going to shut up about it and change my name to something like tessa parrafin. thats a real pretty name, so if you ever hear of a tessa parrafin just know that its me and i'm undercover from some indian slave trader. cause you know, its totally possible. i actually think the indian that likes in my building is a serial killer. he always has that face on, you know, the one face where its like, "if we were in a dark alley i'd totally tap you." kind of face. god, i hope he doesn't ask to borrow my elevator key again. but anyways, last night was interesting. i was just on a chatting site when i bummed into the same poor soul that had to talk to me the night before. i totally felt sorry that he had to suffer from me talking to him. but he did challenge me to do something. he's going to ask me twenty crazy awesome questions that i have to answer publicly on here. he's going to do the same on his blog, i'll put a link at the end of the post. so count on tomorrows post being a nice little filled out survey about my intimate and not so intimate life. sounds like the best blog post ever right? well i hope y'all had a good day today, if not you'll have a better one tomorrow. guaranteed. check out his blog by the way, mica's muse and its ME-KAH not MY-KEH. MY-KEH's are total douche bags. he's not, he's guaranteed funny too, i can testify to that.