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If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like

About Me

i'm just a crazy, personable kid. i like people, i like meeting new people, i like my old friends, i like new friends. I like cars, especially VW's. I'm getting serious into mountain biking and I don't think I'll ever give it up. I'm living in Hathaway Apartments by the traffic circle in Long Beach. I'm an Communications major at LB State. I have a Ducati and it sets me free. I act on a whim and don't always think things through, but being sparatic keeps me interesting. I'm a sucker for a good cuddle. I'm blunt and honest, a lover not a hater, a nice guy, not a dick, and I'm always down for getting up and going somewhere. I wish I knew somebody that would just pick up and leave - go somewhere on a whim, or do something unplanned. I feel so old and so young at the same time. I work in sales at Long Beach BMW, and it pays the bills. I've got two best friends - and they both are always looking out for me. At times I feel like I have very few friends, but then I am reminded of the words of a good friend: "It's not quantity, it's quality." I feel so different from my friends, but relate to them so well. I have quality friends, as I pick them wisely; maybe I'll pick you too.
I edited my profile with Ian's bitchin' help !

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anybody that will somehow impact my life in a positive way.AIM = gottahavewillpwr

My Blog

Tight Fit

Quick - come closeLet me fit you inInto my worldInto my lifeI need you now new friendSlow - it hurtsShe stretched my patience thinThat rotten girlLied for thrillShe made my bloodpumper twingeBut pleas...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 14:35:00 GMT

Tolerance

I was talking to this guy in one of my Comm classes today.  We were discussing homosexuality in class, and we got carried off on a tangent of our own.  He was gay, and he was telling me what...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 19:30:00 GMT

Tick

  She was a bad one. The type that I will never forget, but wish I could. She is responsible for the mistake that I will silently regret for the rest of my life. She is a tick on the surfac...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 20:16:00 GMT

Well go to the market and sell it

Sold  We were your first; we crafted you to our liking You were designed for us, for our needs We would visit as you were created, watching your birth I remember walking through your skeleton...
Posted by on Tue, 09 May 2006 10:48:00 GMT

Stripped

I rested my feet on the gold barThat ran the length of the stageI watched her dance as I cracked peanuts in my mouthAll I could feel was sadnessNot excitementI watched her dance away all her self wort...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 19:04:00 GMT