One of my favorite quotations in something that I've made myself quite determined to live by.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Seuss
I guess I've cut quite a large number of people out of my life; for various reasons, mind you. I'm not just being a hermit. I've just come to discover who my real friends are, acquaintances don't matter so much when you're surrounded by people who truly care.So I guess I'd better get on with it and tell you about myself, I'll try to make it sound as little like a silly, worthless personal ad as possible, for your viewing pleasure.How's it going? I'm Jim. 28 years old. I live in Albuquerque, NM... and only recently discovered it's not really a completely terrible place to live. Was that a good start?Me about myself? You want THAT? Demanding... aren't you. Fine then.I've never made any prevarications or assumptions about who I am. I'm an ass, first and foremost. I'll go out of my way to make a laugh or get a smile, up to and including making a total ass out of myself, I'm also hardworking, honest, stubborn, ranty, candid, sarcastic, foul-mouthed, intelligent, and for the most part? Pretty damn conceited. I figure if I can't love myself no one else should want to give two shits in a paper bag about me either. So being conceited isn't necessarily a bad thing.
I'm a married dude now. Erica and I were married on August 21st, 2009. Erica and I have been through some serious shit together and we've helped each other through it all. We have the strongest relationship I've ever had and we share a mutual respect and understanding with each other. I couldn't ask for a better person to spend my life with and I feel so thankful every day for her.My first passion and first love has and will always be music. It's been my savior, my frustration, my pride, my joy, and at times; my building and my undoing. I've been playing guitar for 14 years, singing for as long as I remember, and know how to play a multitude of other instruments that I won't mention. Because while I can play them?... I'm not what you'd call "very good" and I don't have a habit running around embarrassing myself for no good reason. I need a GOOD reason to make an ass out of myself. Either that? Or I just need to be me.
I went from doing Computer IT work in an office to being a construction plumber. Everyone called me crazy. No one thought I'd last in it. And to those people? HA... SCREW YOU. I love my job. I love going to work. I love being a part in building something that will endure for years to come. And hey... I'm pretty damn good at it! Besides, it's a good workout every day. Can't beat that!
I belong to a Union working in Los Alamos Airport Basin for the new Trinity Site Relocation Project. If you're interested in the trade. This is a GREAT place to start. It's the place I WISH I had started at.
In closing? I'm just me.If you can't accept that or understand it. Move on. Cause I don't need you and certainly don't want you. Just close this window by clicking the little X at the top right of your screen, and browse the multitude of other MySpace addicts with their fake pictures, trumped up descriptions of themselves, and embellishments.Keep telling yourself that "His pictures are old" when the fat sack of shit meets you at the Olive Garden huffing and puffing from the walk from the car, talking endlessly about how hungry he is and how good the Endless Pasta Bowl is.Well no SHIT you're hungry DUDE. You're feeding a f#%$ing COUNTRY there! You're eating the yearly food ration for Zimbabwe! MySpace is full of these people. Don't get caught in the lie.
"Look, I'm up to here with cool, okay? I am so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis. Now will you move before I blow it?"
- Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy