...so what the hell do you want to know about me anyway. a while ago i came to the realization that i'm really kind-of an asshole. luckily this admittance was followed, almost immediately, by the further admittance of my complete and utter contentment with said realization. i'm pessimistic to a fault, i have a sadistic and unforgiving sense of humor, i laugh when old ladies bite-it on slippery sidewalks, i drive way too fast and smile while cutting people off. at the same time though, i'm really kinda' shy, i cherish the few but amazing friends that i do have, and care about what other people think of me, eventhough it isn't cool and hate that i do. i live for my music and for the people that feel the way i do about the music that i love. i'm at my happiest with a good dark beer that makes my tummy warm. i used to think that i hated people, but really i just hate the annoying ones, which unfortunately describes most of you. my favorite molson lable is, "i put the SUPER in SUPERFICIAL." i have a large abnoxious italian family that never lets me forget who i am or where i came from, for better of for worse, usually worse. i was raised by my mom and my three sisters (aka...my four mothers) which probably explains why i'm such a nancy boy, but i love them and wouldn't trade them for the world. i dance my ass off any chance that i can get because...well...i'm so fucking good at it...oh, and modesty is my best quality.
