Writin’ shit
Hi! I’m Rick James Steve! And I’m finally posting a blog! 
<-(me being happy)
Being as this is my first time… … . . . …heh.. … . . .I’m going to reveal a little bit about myself, like everyone else did! Let’s begin:
Ummmmmmm, I’m not sure where to begin exactly. If I look around my room, I see mostly boring stuff that all looks about ready to be moved out. Harvey Birdman is on TV. I’m not watching it. On my monitor, I see… this blog-post thing. Underneath, I see “Tags (separate multiple tags with commas: cats, pet food, dogs)”
Hm. I think I’d separate my cats’ tags with commas, too, if I HAD a cat. But I don’t. I DON’T have a cat! And not just because my cat is not sitting underneath my leaves (incidentally, being part of this site has made me realize that I am, in fact, a plant), it’s because my cat is nonexistent. I used to have cats. They were cool. Some weren’t, but every rose has its thorn. I think I’ve had a cat that looks like that cat down that that says “Meow Bitches.” But my cat didn’t say that. That’s why the cat down there is better. K, I digress. I don’t even have my own initial, Sewwy’s got one up on me with her little star at the end…
But it’s cool. Seriously, I’m just happy to be here. <-(me being happy)
I have a mouse! It scurries around my room, constantly sounding like it’s eating something. God forbid I should ever figure out what it’s eating. Maybe it’s like a cow and it just pukes a lot and chews on that cud stuff before swallowing again and confusing itself into believing that it’s not starving to death. That would explain why it’s been in here so long. It’s confused or something, even beyond the laws of logical organic survival. I wish I could do that.. but without puking.
Puking sucks.
I’d like to see a cat eat this mouse and then puke it up a few hundred times and eat it again, though. That would rock my world. Especially if it was the “Meow Bitches” cat. I guess any talking cat would suffice, though.
Anyway, I’m seeing that I’m not really talking about the finer details of my self so lemme get to the basics, if only slightly exaggerated:
I’m a 6′3″ body builder from the Bronx. I’m a “Oops!” Oreo. I am the only person alive who can jam on a piano. People wish that the things I drew were real, because my drawings are more realistic than reality (so I’m told). I once set a avalanche on fire by snowboarding it and saved an Eskimo village. I was reincarnated from Nostradamus 6 days before the Ides of March, one-thousand nine-hundred eighty-eight revolutions of Earth with respect to its sun after the presumed modern calendar year of zero.
That makes me 20! Only 4 more years to live! ^_^
I like video games and music and drinking water ’til I get buzzed, but most of all… I like my computer.
Well that’s it for now kids. Until next time, “don’t do school, stay in drugs, and always listen to your grandparents.”
- an excerpt from an old Halo youtube video
Steve