The Other Truth

Heres the other Truth. The one about myself:
I know I'm hideousy ugly, don't rub it it.
I wear my makeup to HIDE the hideously ugly face that is my face.
I like sugar and eat lots of it.
My weight is as awful as it is BECAUSE of that addiction.
I'm not upset about my weight, it does wonders for my curves.
My arms are scrawny on the bottom and beefy at the tops, so I loathe them.
My hands are equally horrendouse, but I like what they do.
I however hate that the nails on them are always dirty, and I pick at them.
I like to swear, and don't have any problem with it.
However, I won't stand for the words Faggot, Nigger, or Fatass.
I like to sing.
I have a horrible voice.
My voice is like Squidward on Spongebob Squarepants.
The word 'Fartknocker' will make me snort when properly used.
I snort.
I read Cosmo, although everyone will make fun of me for it.
I want to be normal.
Normal people hate me.
I hate normal people.
Kathy Griffin makes me laugh.
I won't laugh outloud.
People who claim to be something other than they are bother me.
I'm not a lesbian, but I love the original Jessica Rabbit cartoon, and find her unbelievably sexy.
I hate men.
I hate women.
I may just be asexual.
I love reading articles about Lindsay Lohan and Robert Pattinson.
Joel Mchale is my celebrity crush even if he's married with kids.
I've never heard a Michael Jackson song, and don't intend to.
My favorite show is Cake Boss.
I'm watching it right now.
My secret ambition is to learn the Soulja Boy dance.
I hate the Soulja Boy dance.
I love my hair.
Noone else does.

Thats about it.
For now.

Beatles: He's a real Nowhere Man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his Nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?