Unnecessary Title

Well, I appear to be creating a blog...

Brain: "No one's going to read this right?"
Stomach: "Dude... I really shouldn't have butterflies in me."
Brain: "HOW is that relevant??"
Penis: "Can we go read some clop again? I'm bored."
Brain; "NO!"
Heart: "Come on Brain, we both know he'll win eventually."
Brain: "Heart, when we let Penis win, it'll be somewhere that doesn't involve ponies. We signed the Accords for a reason."
Stomach: "Yo, cheese sounds good. We should eat cheese."
Penis: "Funny enough, Stomach, we just passed a fic about mares and cheese..."
Brain: "YOU AREN'T GETTING CLOP PENIS!"
Stomach: "But I can have cheese right?"
Brain: "Fine, you can have cheese."
Stomach: "Yay!"
Heart: "Why do I feel like I'm going to be suffering because of this?"

So yeah... I'm TehCreepN1, Teh to my friends.

Maybe I should just blather on about myself? Is that how these things work? I'm too young to not understand this and too old to start a blog.

Well, let's do this:

1. I'm male (If you like ponification I'm a "Stallion")
2. I've been physically present on Earth for 22 years. Where I was before that is anyone's guess.
3. I enjoy My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic in an abstract way, as in the animation is phenomenal, but the story line doesn't hold my attention.
4. Luna is best pony, argue if you actually read this far.
5. I like making lists. Deal with it.
6. Clop... Let's not bring clop up.

Penis: "Dude, we totally need to talk about clop."
Brain: "It's a bad idea to discuss clop in your very first blog post."
Hands: "So do we write about clop or not?"
Nose: "I ITCH YOU BASTARDS!"

7. I have ADHD and I sometimes forget what I'm doing.
8. I don't write much in the way of stories... I have in the past, and I dabble off and on, but I've discovered that my strengths lay in the areas of proof-reading and editing.
9. I put up with a lot of BS. Not because I want to, but because I'm too lazy to stop it.
10. Minecraft is a major hobby of mine.
11. I cannot believe I'm still writing...

Hands: "We can stop at any time, Brain."
Stomach: "Guys, we still haven't eaten any cheese."
Brain: "Stomach, we're cooking a grilled cheese with pepperoni, salami, black forest ham, mozzarella, sharp cheddar, and american sandwich!"
Stomach: "Yeah, but I'm hungry NOW!"
Penis: "Dude, we're already on the computer-"
Brain: "NO! No, no, and no. No clop. We can satisfy you later Penis."
Penis: "But I want satisfied NOW."
Brain: "We're cookin-"
Eyes: "She's cute."
Penis: "Let me see!"
Brain: "Whaa?"
Stomach; "Um... Who's in charge?"
Brain: "Me!"
Penis: "Psssht. Totally not Brain. He forgot the cheesy mares!"
Nose: "Anyone else detect the burning thing in the kitchen?"
Brain: "I FUCKING HATE ALL OF YOU!"
Heart: "Well that wasn't very nice..."
Hands: "Soooo, do we keep writing?"
Penis: "Brain seems to have locked himself in that closet again, so that means it's time to stop writing and get back to that fic about cheesy mares!"
Closet: "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"