This is IAGO (pronounced like the Parrot in Aladdin).

My new addition to my technotoys. Since I have no heart, and people reduce me as a loud, boisterous blabber blonde dumdum, I choose to keep inanimate electronic gadgets to fill in the gaping emptiness of my friendless state. Can you be my friend? I am such an antisocial.

ps. I think I'm developing an 9th personality. His name is Sandeep.

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It's like an all-you-can-eat Buffet in Sarajevo during the mid 90's.

Once you cast your heart-details into Blogosphere, it's hard not to attract pestilential flies and gossip scavengers to sniff the shitty details of a certain break-up (which due to a wave of nauseating will power, prompted me to keep the Breaking of the Berlin wall all to myself).

So I choose not to lay it out for the picking.

I would not want anyone slowing down to gawk at the emotional human wreckage.

Of course, I am saving myself from the pity head-tilts and incessant interrogation and skip to the part where I split into half via cellular fission, kick my self in the arse then merge back to my happy, fulfilled, and happy-in-an-evil-kinda-way self. Ahhh.

I am restored to my better half. (I wuvy dovey wuv you my crreeamy pufyy wuffy)

Narrator: And thus the balance between good and evil has shifted to its proper fulcrum. The day is saved, thanks to the Power Puff Girls. *closing credits with jingle*

Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.