According to my mom's perception of me, (based on my perception of her perception) I am cold, hungry, and borderline retarded. There is an element of truth to that. My Hot Pocket is still in the microwave; it has taken me 30 minutes to realize that I accidentally turned on the defrost setting.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
O.J. Simpson/Johnny Cochran, a slut, lousy poker players with huge bankrolls.
