Glam As Fuck!

Background from Google search result I fail to figure myself out, so i doubt I'll be able to describe myself in such a manner that by reading this you'll know what's goin on in the world of brad (which is a pretty odd place)... but, one must try. I believe it was the beloved and wise Vengaboys that once said "we like to party, we like, we like to party" and whilst they had other amazing phrases as "whoa, we're going to ibiza", we like to party is the one i most associate with. Without partying, life would be full of not-partys which are dull, boring and uninteresting.Despite my dabbling in the party world- talking, meeting and occasionaly randomly pashing the odd passer-by, then forgetting their name five seconds afterwards - there is a little more, to moi. i love traveling, have been all over the shop (by shop, i mean US, UK, EU and Asia) and am looking to continue that... Would like to go visit Melbs for a bit... got some scores to settle in that little town.. I don't care much for football, nor many other sports, bogans are quite low on my to-do list (except the one and only pooftabogan), would like to go back to the time when carebears, captain planet, the smurfs, superted, raggy dolls, monkey magic and of course, Danger Mouse were all on tv.. I call these the golden years, if not, the acid years.I'd like a boy... not a child... nor a man... one that's legal... who can handle the highly emotional retardation of a 23 yo cancer (as in zodiac, if you kiss me you wont go bald... although.. sorry rove... belinda did have her merits) one that has funky hair, likes to be kicked in the head whilst wallowing in other ppl's sweat in the front row of a mosh pit, who likes egg nog, who can admire an '85 sigma as being a beast until i can afford a better car, who can look at me without eye makeup on without turning up their lip then running in fear, who adores the trashiness of wearing makeup to bed, who likes headbands, who can have a decent (despite being dishevelled) conversation about things other than wigs, dresses, bust sizes, penises, drugs, night clubs, and bloody Abba! (actually, those topics are fine)I live in a groovu house in the city with two awesome housemates, the lovely Starsky and infamous Joshy Boi..."Hear the voices in my head I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring, but if you're bored then you're boring"