Okay....so. About me.There's not much to say. I'm damaged soul with baggage enough to fill the cargo hold of a smallish airplane. I dont know if makes sense to you, but what ever you'll get it. Okay, so here's the thing. I'm strange.
I've pretty much reconciled myself to the fact that to be friends with me you have to at least me as or more stange than i am. I love star trek, am facinated by internet porn, work for a theatre (which makes a crazy person by default), have a rediculously messy desk, go to Montana to hike every year (for about 5 days at least), cant really stand the Public (with a capital P), hate tourists, love puppies ...actually i love pictures of puppies(cutewithchris.com)the real things shit and run all over the place and well...I keep redbull, starbucks and diet coke in business (well maybe i think too highly of myself on that one)....oh...and I think too highly of myself!
I try not to concern myself with the bullshit of everyday life...rather I try to find extraordinary bullshit that's used to punctuate everyday life and fill MY life with those moments everyday. I try to steer clear of those that let the ordinary consume their days, unless of course i'd like to stand out... cuz I'm an ego driven, ambitious, loud, rude, slightly vain attention whore. And a mild mannered reporter by day.
Now i dont even know if that made sense to me or was even all true...but i like it anyways.
I drink too much, cuss too much, work too much and listen to alot of music.
whatever, read my blogs. I'm tired.
