Giancarlo - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I'm a nice Hawaiian guy who tries to go through life without purposefully hurting others. I used to work at a "Family Fun Center" (arcade/amusement park), I was vying for a managerial position until the pResident got "re-elected". So I hacked off my sweet sweet mullet and now I want nothing more to do with this country or it's placid inhabitants. I often don't act my age, some would say I'm immature, but I like to say I'm playful and "prone to joking around". That's not to say I don't take things seriously but I figure its better to laugh and smile than to let crap make you all shitty. I just moved back home and life is good. I still plan on fleeing the country but not till I get my shit in a row. In the mean time I'm gonna learn massage and make a few friends.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who doesn't suck, no wait. Let me start over. Someone who sucks A LOT! That doesn't sound right either. I don't know I guess anyone will do.

Music:

Older Punk, Reggae, a lot of Oldies, and JOURNEY! (for real, I really like Journey......"Steve Perry! Dude I thought we said no more Journey psyche-outs. But I should've been gone!" You know what I'm talkin' about)

Movies:

If you thought EITHER Triple X movie had any redeeming qualities, you may as well be speaking swahili

Heroes:

"You do not become a 'dissident' just because you decide one day to take up this most unusual career. You are thrown into it by your personal sense of responsibility, combined with a complex set of external circumstances. You are cast out of the existing structures and placed in a position of conflict with them. It begins as an attempt to do your work well, and ends with being branded an enemy of society." - Vaclav Havel

My Blog

The Mysterious Stranger

by Mark Twain "Monarchies, aristocracies, and religions are all based upon that large defect in your race -- the individual's distrust of his neighbor, and his desire, for safety's or comfort's sak...
Posted by Giancarlo on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The War Prayer

by Mark Twain It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing,...
Posted by Giancarlo on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST