not much to know really. i don't want to write an autobiography, and at the same time i don't want to write some shit sounding like an obituary.
i just recently married a beautiful young woman who is carrying my daughter. i have a job and a purpose. i have goals and a destination. i have a headache. fuck it though, the show must go on.
my wife thinks i'm passionate about certain things, and maybe that's true. sometimes, though, i start thinking that it may be misplaced emotion.
i have quite possible the best, most opposite, pair of middle aged adults as parents. put simply, they know how to make good kids... that eventually became good young adults.
i want to go to college
i want to learn EVERYTHING
i want to be the president
i want my wife to be happy
i want less body hair
i want more money
i like pizza
i like football
i like vanilla stuff, wafers, ice cream, whatever
i like carpets, wood floors not so much
i like to laugh
i like when my wife wears my pajamas
i like to see people smiling
i like money
i love my wife, my daughter, my family, my close friends
i love my job and why i do it
i love (as corny as it sounds) the country i call home
i love music
that's all...
