So the other night I was walking around in Hollywood committing several acts of vagrancy, and turning tricks, when I decided to take an IQ test at that scientology place near Highland. I took the test and it turns out I'm a genius. Not that was a surprise to me or anything; it's just that now I am a certified genius. With a certificate and shit.
After the IQ test, those bitches convinced me to take a personality test. When I was finished with that test they pulled me aside and went over the results with me. It turns out that I scored really low on the test. According to the results, I was rated as being seriously depressed, distraught, and as having a bleak outlook on life. I scored in the lower 30's, and most depressed people score in the mid 50's. I was in actually in good spirits that night until I let those bastards get their hands on me. Felt so down for the next week and a half. God damn scientology bitches. They got my ass good.
After the IQ test, those bitches convinced me to take a personality test. When I was finished with that test they pulled me aside and went over the results with me. It turns out that I scored really low on the test. According to the results, I was rated as being seriously depressed, distraught, and as having a bleak outlook on life. I scored in the lower 30's, and most depressed people score in the mid 50's. I was in actually in good spirits that night until I let those bastards get their hands on me. Felt so down for the next week and a half. God damn scientology bitches. They got my ass good.
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i have other stuff i can show off, but nothing i can link at the moment.
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