People are usually surprised at how cool I am. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. Sometimes, even I can't believe it. I think I'd even go as far as saying that I may be one of the coolest people in the world. Wow, right? Can you believe you're actually friends with me? Oh my God, like me either!
Anyways, I'm interested in living my life in my own weird way. I want to have fun, learn as much as possible, see as much as I can, and experience as much as life is willing to offer me. I want to make the people that I care about happy, and hopefully the number of people that I make smile will be larger than the number of those that I make curse in anger.
That said: I'm also a bastard. I laugh at people, including (especially) myself a lot! When I've had too much to drink I become the bar anthropologist observing the human in its natural habitat and formulating theories or I try to convince people of things, anything, it does not matter. I lie to strangers I meet when I'm out if I don't like them or I'm just in a weird mood. I make up complete stories, give them elaborate false identities, and laugh when they get confused and befuddled. It's my own little form of subversive theater.
How did I EVER become this awesome?
