So who am I? Well let me see here…hmmmm. Well I guess I have to say that I’m blah, blah, blah, blah. O c’mon folks, does it really matter? I highly doubt it. So instead I will just switch it around and tell you what I’m not. I’m not handsome. Nope, if your looking for a papi chulo then I’m afraid you’re just going to have to go to someone else’s space. And if it just so happens that you are one of those rare females that have an odd fetish for 300 pound men, then let me tell you that you are out of luck, because I'm happily taken by a lovely lady who so happens to have an odd fetish for 300 pound men. My mind wonders about in a million different directions, which leaves me with the attention span of a gold fish suffering of alzheimer's; but oh what wonders does the mind’s eye see. I HATE TO WRITE, which kinda’ sucks for me because I aspire to be a comic book writer. Irony is quite the bitch I tell you. I’m also a crappy friend. I never call, and when I see them I make harsh and mostly inappropriate jokes; but the one silver lining is that I will lend a sympathetic shoulder once my heart thaws out enough. I’m not emotionally stable; but in today’s Prozac nation who is? And last but definitely not least I am not without love, compassion, imagination, perseverance, humor, creativity and hope. In a nutshell I’m just like everyone else; just a speck in the wonder that is creation.
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