I think it's time I filled this thing out for real. To be blunt, I'm the type of guy who is afraid that he secretly hates himself, so I spend a lot of time worrying about whether I'm being true to my feelings and other new age bullshit. It's probably because I spent a small part of my life feeling like I was pretending to be someone I'm not. (melissa is a loser- there I fixed it for you) And now, as a result, I'm endlessly self analytical. I draw comics and do other artsy stuff to balance me out so I guess I appear normal from the outside. I'm helpless against women and canned peaches, but for different reasons. (addition: i have cut canned fruit out of my diet. women will be next. trust me, it's for the best.) I secretly enjoy hugs. I have no favorite rapper or MC. I'm probably taller than you. For many years I believed I was a dragon trapped in a man's body until I found out that I'm mildly afraid of heights. To this day, I don't think I've fully recovered from that realization. I get bored easily and so I juggle many projects to break up the monotony. I have a gap in my two front teeth which my mom says gives my face more character. I don't enjoy direct sunlight but I'm not goth or a vampire. I don't get enough sleep but I'm ok with that. Though I pretend to be an cynic, I am actually a sunny optimist. I'm black. No movie has ever made me cry. I have been known to push a joke too far. My comic features a character that eats babies. I give good advice. I have excellent timing.addendum: apparently my timing ain't so great afterall. no one was more surprised than me.also: apparently i am unsatisfying
