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About Me

I'm an easy going guy who can get a little crazy sometimes, especially around a bonfire. I like to party, but I always take care of my responsibilities first. I like to go out to bars, not a huge fan of clubs. I like going to concerts, especially big outdoor ones. I'm studying professional writing at FSC, and I'm currently working on a collection of poetry to publish. I like to write short stories as well but havent done many lately. Other than that I like being outside, fishing, camping, the beach, snowboarding, etc. I also enjoy working on cars. If you want to chat, my sn is divvy33 on AIM.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People that share some of my interests and are down to earth; you have to be able to laugh at yourself once in a while. Someone who's smart but not too dry, you gotta be able to have a good time. I get along with just about anyone.

My Blog

All in a Day's Work

All in a Day's WorkI arrive late, buthe's always later.I brew coffee andget my bearings.Then lift, lug,and wait forthe van, so I can load it.He comes inand starts slow.Paperwork andlate orderswhile I ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 13:59:00 GMT

A poem for the spring

.................. .. Dandelion.... .. .. A lazy late-season snowfall blows its flakes wearily - as if caught in a daydream of summer, and dandelion fluff swirling around the yard next to th...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 09:05:00 GMT

Pancakes and Prostitutes

Black tires burn whitedown the gray road,and yearn to explodeinto a supernova.Spread this solidified stardustfar away fromthese silvery citylights,lost highways past midnight,away frombreakfast counte...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 08:47:00 GMT

Shells

Shells or 01420A shortened cigarette flashesas it's flicked from a passing carseems to hang in the air for a momentbefore hitting the groundand sending sparks acrossthe black wet tar that resemblesthe...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 00:11:00 GMT

A poem for the fall

Autumn, and the wood- smoke wafts from chimneys, tells the leaves to change. And the crispness in the air smells like the sound of snow crunching beneath the boots that -for now - beat a path over not...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 21:27:00 GMT