Blondes, Brunettes, Redhedz, Goths, oh man, the Goths are awesome! I guess the finer things in life. A good brew, a fine C-gar, an exhilerating drive in a fine import, or an intellectually riveting conversation with a Gothic chic who is driving exhilerating-ly, while drinking and smoking on our way to meet the blondes, brunettes and redhedz at the death metal rock reggae and hip hop bar/pool hall that's only open from sundown to sunup... but I digress, what I really like is puppies.
Anybody who is vaguely interesting and not blatantly full of shit.. unfortunately that order seems to be in short supply. So I'll settle for anybody who won't give me any shit for being who I am, an abrasive, scathing asshole with no patience for bs and even less for idiots. So message me if you feel like chatting I'm really quite nice once you get to know me.
Metal, Rock, Death, a little Reggae, some old school Hip Hop and oh yeah, no country.
I think Clint summed it up best when he said, "You can run me, you can starve me, you can beat me and you can kill me... Just don't bore me."
168 = hours in a week
88 = hours of work in a week
42 = hours of sleep in a week (if I'm lucky)
38 = grooming and life maintenance
0 = time for television
I can read.. I just don't have time to.
People who still bother to speak the american language while in the good ol' US of A.