My life is like a Sitcom. Everyone around me is a character. Things happen on a day-to-day basis where 1/2 the people go "Damn, you were lucky."
and the other half say, "Dude, that's f'd up." My skills lie in my creative soulutions for the situations i get into. Those situations, of course, are not of
my making. After flat-lining 3 times (Choking, drowning, fractured skull) and not once seeing angels, I'm looking for new ways to damage myself.
I can fix almost anything, but I am lost under the hood of a car. Movies should have explosions, Music should have a beat, and Spoons should be bigger. Sports: I can play, and like to, but as for watching sports..... I get bored quick. I write my own software for studying Chinese. Flashcard Software. You can down load it from our website. I wrote a comic strip CRYPES , that got great reviews. When I'm not Reading or eating Chocolate, I can be dragged to a 5-10k run for charity. I can, however, be found sleeping on occasion. With a day off, nothing to do, I can sleep till noon. The people at Lowes, Starbucks, and Jamba Juice, know me by name. When I'm not out saving small children from hunger, I'm buying gold, and leaving origami twenties in restaurants. You may have seen me, and not known it. A flash; then nothing. My style changes almost daily. I can sew, and make my own Halloween Costumes. I like all styles of music (except anything with an accordion in it). I'm good with money, but I am an impulse buyer. I know how much I can spend, and usually spend right up to that amount. I have an academy award I use as a doorstop. With all my skills, I am still capable of killing a plastic plant. I also make good beer bread, and can drink Hot Sauce by the Bottle. Somewhere along the way, I got beat up enough by older kids, to make me go into art, thereby exacerbating the problem. I now laugh at their puny lives, as my name rolls up on movie credits , and I draw their faces in childish caricatures.
The End.
