What the hell do you say in these things. You start with the basics...um yeah...im a guy...from berowra...a bit weird and annoying...tra la laaa...all that stuff nobody cares about. And then you think to yourself, hey i want to seem a bit witty and interesting, so you rack your brain trying to think of stupid, yet funny shit to say about yourself. And when you cant think of anything factual, you start to make shit up. Example. I aspire to be a one legged Cambodian call girl, called Eileen, with a crack addiction and who enjoys synchronised swimming. I would take long lopsided walks on the beach while listening to ABBA and contemplating just why i got sucked into myspace. After a hard nights work, i would return home to my children who would slap bacon across my face and between my legs, and tell me to shutup. I would in turn throw a fridge at them. Aaahhhh, It would be the perfect life. end.
My Interests
Music, Movies, TV, skiing, golf, photography, design, art, tennis, fire twirling and spinstix, fishing, drinking, parties, going out (pub or club), beach, boating, driving (for the sake of it), animals.
