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Yoshi

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About Me


I download my abandonware games at: FREE-GAME-DOWNLOADS.MOSW.COMNOTE TO EVERYONE OUT THERE!!!
Dear Sir/Madame,
I am writing the following in order to introduce myself and to assist you in gaining a better grasp on this type of person I am as well as the type of person I am able to tolerate with little effort. If you have any inquiries regarding the following, please don't hesitate to send me a message containing your query and I will respond with haste.
I've come to discover that I don't need a great deal in life to be happy. I don't strive for monetary gain, but for personal gain. I like to learn, to grow and to build on skills that already possess. Money has become a single item to me, a means by which I can achieve my goals, and so I use it to those ends.
And of course, I find myself an easygoing guy when it comes to dealing with others. Relatively. I have a wonderful sense of humour, and I'm constantly honing my wit, waiting for a worthy adversary to cross swords with. Personally, I think this psudio-cover letter is funny as hell, but, I've noticed that my sense of humour isn't always shared, or even understood, and I'd like to consider that the downfall of my audience.
I haven't always lived here in Barrie. I was born and raised for 14 years in Collingwood, a town that was once a sleepy town at the base of a ski-hill that nearly burst at it's seams when the horde of winter sport fanatics displaced the population of 14 thousand. After moving to Barrie for a couple years, I decided to give life a go by myself and stuck out my thumb on the side of the 401 East and ended up in Halifax.
I lived on the east coast for over four years, living how I wanted to live. I once staked claim over a plot of crown land just outside the greater city of HRM, and built a home upon it to share with my Sensai. I've lived in a Teepee, I've slept in crevices and corners hidden away from public view, I've broken into abandoned buildings to escape the elements and I'm quite proficient with the use of a squeegee.
I lived in a time of freedom, a time of no responsibilities, a time given by the gods. I've been miserable and cold, I've been kicked and beaten, and I've been scorned and shunned for reasons with little more depth then the colour of my hair or the style of my clothing. But I would not trade those experiences, ever. To do so would be to deny the very person I have become. Everything that has happened to me to this point has formed the very persona that is I.
Now, in the days that pass before our very eyes; I don't live in a life that has the pure freedom that I once possessed. Rarely do I ever encounter another human being who has the ability to make an impact on my life. I love being spontaneous, and I relish the ability to do what I want to do, to have the right, the ability and the knowledge to do so. This suburban hell has latched onto me, and regardless of my struggles, it's grasp holds firm.
8 hours a night, 40 hours a week I spend as a nighttime product placement specialist in a hardware store that specializes in Hydraulics and Air Compression. It's a great deal of work, hard on the body, hard on the social life, and brutal when you try to sleep with the sun at high noon in the budding of spring. But it at least keeps me fit, and if I can walk by the mirror after a shower and have the urge to do the double-pistol point and Fonz's classic "EeeeHHHHHH", I'm content.
And to add to my collection of eclectic abilities, I am a mail smith. I bend thousands upon thousands of metal rings into shape and than interconnect them to form a mesh, chain or sheet of metal referred to as mail, now commonly known at chainmail. I take great pride in what I can create with wire, a pair of pliers for each hand, a metal bar and a cutting instrument. I invite you to look at what I have made, I have a couple photos in my album
That sums up a great deal of what I would like people to know of me before actually meeting me, but I would like to mention one last thing: There a great deal more to a person like I than can be translated into words; I've attempted several times now. I'm just me, and that's not necessarily the best explanation, but it is most definitely the most accurate.
**Side Note** I'm not a stuck-up, pretentious wad; I just choose to express myself eloquently and with minimal slang.

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