I'm stealing Shazzy idea and putting together an entry with random facts. So, here's goes nothing and Shazzy, sorry for the steal...
I come from a very small town north of Trois-Rivires called La Tuque. It's mostly a large truck-stop for those going to Lac St-Jean and avoiding the wildlife adventure that is 'Le Parc de la Mauricie'.
I'm allergic to apples, Don't ask me how, all I know is that my troat gets swollen like crazy and I feel dizzy. And I love apple pie, so, I cheat every now and then and gets a sugar rush plus an allergic dizzyness, so apple pie is like a drug to me, litterally.
I'm actually my little sister's godfather as well. On paper, it all sounds weird but I think I'm also filling the father's shoes as well. I'm like the 'whole package' when it comes to family.
I spend 45 hours a week talking about comic books at work and I don't actually recall the last one I've read in full. I think it was one of Eisner's graphic novel, somewhere last summer.
I tan like crazy in the summer because my grand-grandfather was a native americain. That also explains my hairs and my 'color changin' eyes.
Speaking of my eyes, I'm the only person that I know who actually has yellow in his eyes colors, giving a 'marroon/green/yellowish' look when it's sunny outside. Personally, I call it the 'buckwheet' look.
I have a soft spot for Dawson's Creek and cheesy tv shows. Don't ask me why, but I can't get enough of those.
Speaking of soft spot, I've been watching wrestling until like, ever, and even though I think it is pretty foolish, I can't stop watching it. To me, it's like the best way to bound with your friends.
Sometimes, I wish I was born and raised in the early 1900's. Working on a farm looks cool and it's great for the body.
I act like I totally don't care, but I'm very self-conscisous about my looks and I take forever before I go out.
If you want to be with me, you'll have to deal with the fact that I hate cleaning the floor and the bathrooms. But I really don't mind doing the dishes as I found that very relaxing.
I can't touch my feet while standing up. If I tried harder than that, I'll probably break in half.
Alright, it's enough, it's not that interesting but it killed 20 minutes in my day.
You like the Dears! We seem a lot alike.