age: 28 (Jul 01, 1983)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2008
occupation: Land Surveyor/Amateur Photographer
gets me hot: Skin tight PVC/Latex, bondage, etc.
stats: STR 14, DEX 14, CON 15, INT 18, WIS 16, CHA 12. 6'8", 350 lbs.
makes me happy: Ashley, top ten lists and teh Intarwebz.
heroes: The Batman, Mika Brzezinksi, Rebecca Walker
sign: Cancer...I feel cheated.
fantasy: *long inhale* I'd be all jackhammerin' you in the doodoo hole while dressed like a ninja, while a pirate, a cowboy and a robot with a lumberjack-powered death cannon fight to the death, all while a 96 year old grandmother takes a memo about my stock options. Or play tiddlywinks. Whichever.
body mods: One tattoo (want more), 6ga ear piercing, 12ga nipple piercings
most humbling moment: Humble? You've never met me. If you had, you'd realize I'm never humble.
into: Chicks with curves, thick asses (thick, not fat), awesome tits.
makes me sad: The current state of the world political stage, the co-option of everything by Miley Cyrus and the Innerbuttz.
Nipples are still sore, mostly due to normal discharge crusting and getting forced into the hole.
I can't get rested. I can sleep and sleep and sleep and I don't feel rested. Sleep 4 hours, not rested; sleep 8 hours, not rested; sleep 16 hours, not rested; et cetera.
Think the above is related to stress over financial issues. Anyone need a wheelman or muscle for a heist (preferably involving a monkey) let me know. Will work cheap.
I appear to be self-medicating the stress with pot and alcohol. This is probably a bad thing, but what are you gonna do?
I'm drunk right now. WHOOOO Everclear. And not that pussy WV shit either (look at the profile, I live in WV). <facetiousness> I roll fer realz and cross state lines. Alcohol Trafficker 4 Life. </facetiousness>
I just realised that I spent 80 dollars on a fucking mouse. As awesome as it is to be able to move my cursor from across the house (a modest rancher), I realise now that maybe I should have saved that money.
I'm covered in poison ivy. Including my face. Don't shave over that shit. It ain't worth it.
I spend far too much time on 4chan hoping to witness the next big internet phenom.
I have to wonder how one can feel so happy and, yet, feel depressed at the same time. This doesn't make any sense. MAH BRAINS THEY HURT!
My wrist hurts from laying on my side typing. (My computer desk is my bed with my monitor [42" LCD] sitting on my dresser.)
I'm done with this now.
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