The most important things in my life are my family, my friends, my heritage and my job in that order.
My family and some friends will try to tell you otherwise but I'm an asshole, no really I am. Dennis Leary could have written that song about me, and I don't care. It's actually kind of sad, just not for me.
People hate me, mainly girls but enough guys that I can get away with just saying people. Girls either hate me or love me, it all depends on how well they understand my attitude. Once they understand that I'm oblivious to most compliments they start to like me better. It probably doesn't help that I am oblivious to just about everything so they think I'm not paying any attention to them. Eventually they end up thinking I'm hilarious but it can take anywhere from an hour to two years.
I moved to Yuma where I'm working as an EMT. I've graduated from a fire academy and plan on getting my paramedic cert soon. There are plenty of days I regret moving to Yuma, and on those days I really can't tell if it was the right move.
I was a loner and a loser in high school (not much has changed). I guess I've moved on as I rarely think about it, except when I'm on myspace.(tear drop falls) At which point the urge to eat a bullet grows exponentially.
I'm becoming more immature as I grow older. I listen to a lot of angry music, I also love moshing, but not the shit you see in a punk pit. I'm talking about driving my shoulder through some guy's chest. I hate the mother fuckers you see in a pit throwing punches that get mad when five guys beat him down.
I'm probably angry with my parents but I don't think I am.
I was trying to single handedly bring back hair metal fashion, but I had to give up.
My hair was pretty damned long (touched the bottom of my shoulder blades), unfortunately I had to cut it. My handlebar moustache was fully grown, and I had to trim it off. Hopefully someone will benefit from my hair, as I donated it to Pantene.
