Who are you?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
561

I’m as old as my tongue, and slightly older than my teeth.

562

My name is Ot-to, and I like to get Blot-to.

563

I’m not who you think I am.

564

I’m Not Rappaport

565

I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told.

566

I just got back from the dentist.

Helen Reddy sings:

I am frozen, watch me drool
Pretty soon there’ll be a pool
Of saliva on the floor around my cha-a-air…

567

I just can’t imagine who would go and <burp> eat the baby

568

I can’t give you anything but love

569

I once was lost, but know I’m found. Was blind, but now I see.

570

I am the darkest past and the brightest future. I am your most horrific nightmare and your most sublime fantasy. But most importantly I am here, now, and I ran into you. That last fact is the one you will regret the most.

571

It is as if I were one of those minor characters in a melodrama who gets shuffled offstage without ever learning how things turned out.

572

I’m picking cobwebs from the edges of my mind.

573

I am incredibly frightened by Regallag_The_Axe.

574

I’m the one who is setting your dog aflame.

575

I’m looking over a four-leaf clover!

576

I’m Dickens, He’s Fenster.

577

My name is little Bongo. I sing my little song-o.

578

I am just a new boy. A stranger in this town.

579

I can’t promise that I’ll grow those wings, or keep this tarnished halo shined.

580

I’m Rosencrantz. Or Guildenstern.