I would like to consider myself an artist. I like drawing stick animals on the walls with those fat crayons. Other interests include photography, overwhelming the senses, seeing the black dots after playing my oboe for too long, small furry woodland creatures, hardcore wrasslin', leaping from small buildings with a running start and favorable winds, walking on water in indoor pools, and falling face first into the snow.
I adopted a cute lil' pirate fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
adopt your own virtual pet!
Cool people.... So that would not include you.... just kidding! Or am I...?Girls. Lots of them. Someone who will laugh with me at the dinner table as we share vomit and poo jokes, comic book artists, people who would protect me in a mosh pit, Spider Jerusalem, people who are amused by awkward silences, oboists, people who like watching other people, aliens (illegal or extra-terrestrial), people who can enjoy balut without vomitting, Yoda, easy-going former high school band nerds, Kung Fu masters, people who don't send me forwards, pirates, people who can spell, anyone who likes my art, Dane Cook, people who don't have the token "I'm hardcore because I'm flipping you off" picture, Boba Fett, chicks who fart in public, the easily amused, Captain Jack Sparrow, people who enjoy watching other people fall down, people who think I'm funny, people who know the difference between "your" and "you're", Cardinal Richelieu impersonators, and non-conformists who are just like me!
Rock, with a penchant for indie or pop punk. Don't judge me.
I'm open to suggestions.
Why is it when a man kills another man in battle it's called heroic, yet if he kills another man in the heat of passion, it's called murder?
Do graphic novels count?
Wilfred Brimley, aka Fatherness. And my sissy.