im austin.
- i am one of the oddest mother fuckers you will ever come into contact with. i'm a gamer. gaming is my life, it's what i do. there are few people i consider friends. the few i have mean the world to me. music = life. i keep it in my ears as much, as often, and as loud as possible. to say i am shy, is to say the atlantic ocean is damp. only when i am comfortable will you get the unfiltered me. i wish to, one day, obtain one of those girlfriend things that i've heard so much about. i feel as though my life is lacking something significant and i believe someone is that something. there are few that are more 'down-to-earth' than i am. i will be your best friend if you let me. my computer dominates more of my time than what is healthy for me. my mind is numb and desensitized beyond belief. there is very little you can say that will shock me and nothing you can say that will offend me. bring it! i have been informed that i am not fat, but i am indeed out of shape. so what? sleep is something i enjoy but do not indulge in quite as much as i should. edit: now that i've come to terms with some... unsettling times, sleep come swiftly and lasts long. =) my piece of shit ford escort cannot handle my driving habbits or abilities. however, i will be remedying that a.s.a.p. mountain dew = bawls you even though i was raised in florida, this is definitely not my state. im staying, fuck off. i get up at noon and dont sleep until early morning. thats how i roll. money can't buy happiness, but it sure helps along the way. money isn't everything but i'd like to see you live without it. i am a /b/tard but i do frequent /s/ and /e/ from time to time. adult swim is one of very few things worth watching on television. reality t.v. can suck my fucking dick. my eyes are the bluest of all the blues. type the hexadecimal code for my eye color into photoshop, youre monitor would become a black hole and life as you know it, would end. yep. cold weather is my favorite, the colder the better. however, warmer weather is lovely when i am dressed accordingly. i do not speak as well as i type. this is scholar shit compared to what comes out of my mouth. ask anyone. you are not your bank account. you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of you wallet. you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your grande latte. you are not the car you drive. you are not your fucking khakis. YOU ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING MYSPACE!