I'm a slacker/workaholic. Doesn't make much sense does it? I must be an enigma. An enigma wrapped in a riddle. Wrapped in a? What do you wrap an enigma that's wrapped in a riddle into? Possibly jelly. I like things that are wrapped in jelly, so that works. But only if it's boysenberry or blackberry, I don't want to be wrapped in strawberry. F Grape jelly, it's too common and really doesn't live up to the hype that it recieves.
Anyway, I've got more jobs than any proud slacker should have, but the man keeps messin with my plans. I also have more hobbies than any workaholic should have. I'm still trying to find my balance. I love my girlfriend, I love my daughter, I love my dogs. I love my family and my friends. I will hopefully someday give them all the attention they deserve. I like comic books, real books, art (mostly counter culture, or whatever it's called nowadays), all types of music, tons of movies, and good television shows. No reality tv please, when will it end, they've tortured us for too long. I wish I had more time to go long boarding, water skiing, snowboarding, frisby golfing, camping, or any other type of hobby that I used to enjoy before the system enslaved me. But, as far as work goes, I do love my jobs. I fully believe that you should do what you love. We all have to work for a living, we can't escape it. But that doesn't mean that we have to hate it. If you hate your job, find another. There are plenty out there. Hell, I have 3. You can have one of them as long as you pay my mortgage. I also enjoy cooking, although things tend to start on fire when I do.
