I'm extensively skilled in the bedroom, but rarely given the oppurtunity to demonstrate. I often worry that the hokey pokey really IS what it's all about, given my lack of participation. Quite possibly the best person that's ever lived, I don't give myself enough credit but I'm working on that.I realize that money doesn't equal happiness, but it often goes hand in hand. I have too many friends that I miss too often. In a perfect life I would have a better sense of rythym. I spend alot of my aiming satellite dishes and crawling under people's houses, much to my regret. I keep on keepin' on. I understand The Big Lebowski is the greatest movie ever made. I snowboard with passion but without talent. I just may be more addicted to the smell of fine headies than the actual smoke. I realize that music is the single source of my sanity. I enjoy sarcasm. Despite being an asshole on the outside, I do have a genuine affection for almost everyone who I've had the fortune of coming in contact with. I could honestly be happy with 6 months of deep powder. On a similar note, I still haven't figured out why, but I honestly love life. I don't wear cologne because the scent of my man musk is already intoxicating to the women-folk. I recently developed a fervent appetite for foos ball. I drop it like it's hot.
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