Hey, Faz, it's a strange coincidence, but I used to know a guy from Turku, or somewhere around there, at least. I remember him saying his dad worked there, or something, but I definately remember the name. Bjorn was a weird person, that's for sure. He was a foreign exchange student, but he didn't have but the slightest accent, so nobody noticed, which he thought was funny. He collected those little triangular seperator things at the grocery store check-out lines. I never could figure out how he stole so many without getting caught.
Anyway, hmm, should I subject you nice people to my hideous maw? My shiny, stubbly, mis-shaped lump of a head, in all it's phenomenally un-photgenic splendor? Perhaps, eventually, when my camera starts working again. (AKA I buy film)
Until then, the relatively weak horror-conveying power of words will have to suffice. I'm 6 foot 3 (for friends in foreign lands, I believe that translates to... uh... eight...err....eighty four meters, or... wait, no...seven miligrams. Yeah, that's it), blonde, blue eyes, with a perpetually fuzzy face and messed up head of curls. Imagine that the governments of the world came together with the sole purpose of breeding a creature percectly suited to the task of picking up and moving people's luggage, but had funneled their funding for penache and grace into some other project, and the resulting image that pounds against the back of your eyeballs like the most discerning of fever dreams- that's me! My mother and I joke that she had me to lift heavy things for her. At least, I think she's joking...
Last edited by Dequibenzo; 06-18-2002 at 11:59 PM..
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) but i'll describe myself for you:
