age: 29 (Oct 19, 1982)
MEMBER SINCE: August 2005
occupation: Bartender
heroes: Superman and Peter Petrelli.
stats: 5'11" with indeterminable eyes
most humbling moment: Fuck. Every day of my life.
crush: Girls I can't have.
body mods: Couple a tattoos. More to come, I'm sure.
makes me happy: My cats, playing music, drinking with good friends, a drawing that comes out right, a song that really fits.
fantasy: I know I should put something sensual and exotic, but let's face it; two girls at once. I know, I know, I'm a pig.
makes me sad: My fucking cats when they're not behaving themselves, snobby girls, (See also: UNDERAGE), depression, abused children, and the third world.
sign: "We care, so we CARD"
gets me hot: Pretty girls with open minds that aren't full of themselves, a good conversation, and talking dirty
I don't know why, but I seldom send friend requests. In fact, I only have once, and the box just a little bit below this one informs me that the one friend request I've sent, my little experiment, is still pending. So don't take offense to my failure to send you one.
Of course, I suppose you wouldn't, because you, hypothetical person that you are, are not even reading this. I forget sometimes that I invented you to satisfy my ego and to force myself to give my silly little musings substance. But oh, despair not, hypothetical person, for you are truly the greatest of my creations.
I started a new job last week. I'm officially a Social Worker now, and I'm still amazed at the path life has thus far taken me. That said, it's really, really fucking rad.
Do I use italics too much?
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