So I listened to my mother and went on a date with a stunning Ecuadorian girl. She filled her dress so well that there simply wasn’t any room left for an IQ, although she wore other letters of the alphabet fantastically. I asked her what she wanted to do with her life. She told me she was thinking of joining the “peace corpse”. I told her to request being sent to the morgue on her application. She asked me if that was in Africa.
That's a true story. Here are some non-sequiturs:
Brooklyn teenagers teach me slang. And then I purposely use it out of context. Don't be tight, it's wavy.
I edit this profile about twice a month, alternating between sober and not. guess which version this is?
On dates I like to go to BargeMusic.
People say I remind them of Seth Rogen- probably because of our shared love of Calle 13. And our penis size(s).
Just kidding. I'm actually saving up for a penile reduction.
I used to be a misanthrope.
I'm also not that worried about the sequester, to be honest. and i am often "rated highly" on the quickmatch thing. swag.
Abodeofconfidence.wordpress.com some short stories I wrote