sonofapunk

FUNFACT: I have a funny real name. Christoph. Yeah. Go ahead. Laugh it up. It's effed, isn't it? I'm the only Christoph I've ever met. I'm the only Christoph anyone I've ever met has ever met. One time, when I was eight, kids around my new school ridiculed the crap out of me. Having developed way more sense-of-the-common-variety than these kids, I let it go. One day, nobody knew me by my real name but as "Pissed-Off". This name stuck for several weeks. Out of pure spite and humour, while all the kids were (literally) dancing around me, calling me names from the ground - I was on the VERY top of the playground - I decided to show them how "Pissed-Off" I really was. I urinated on about a dozen little kids. You'd think they'd hate me and the insults would stop. The insults stopped. Ironically, I was everyone's friend since. Oh! And they slapped me in the most useless mandatory counselling sessions. I knew they were useless (at eight, so you know they were shitty), so I fucked with the counsellor as much as I could. This got me kicked out of counselling. Win-fucking-win situation!












It's a rare fucking occurance that I drink. Oh well, every now and then never hurt anybody. Except those who drove and killed families. Yeah... I ate my words...

I hate non-pre-meditated pictures of myself and my home-slices, it's just a waste of digital memory to me. But some people insist on seeing some more of me.

You guys... Shucks! Make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, why dontchya!

Oh, and on a serious note: Thank you all. For all the wise words, advice, humour, outlooks, and simple fucking logic that I was not able to comprehend myself. Thanks. It's seriously helped me more than you'd ever think...

And for that, I still fucking love each and every one of you...

Oh shit, anyone know how much it'd cost (in Canadian) to score a rather sharp looking, but not brand-name, pin-stripe suit? The Burlesque Festival is coming and I need to rock something elegant, yet punked...

Anyone help?

Thanks in advance! And remember...

"Not knowing how to cook, is like not knowing how to fuck..."