"It'll do 'til the mess gets here".

I got a G.E.D. and a give'em hell attitude. Gleen from that what you will.

I'm in a reasonably good place in life. No, to heck with that. Shit is great right now. I wish I could tell you there was a long series of happy and enriching experiences that got me to where I am. I wish I could tell you that. Tough cookies. I clawed my way to the middle and I still have a long way to climb. It's rough, and sometimes ugly. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Clearly I ain't cut out for sales.

Working at a busy Thai joint to pay the bills. Studying for a personal training certification. (At face value: this is a strange career choice for me.) So long 2pok. Laughing at the fact that me ten years ago would punch me today in the face. Working hard every day to be the man my dog thinks I am. She thinks I'm pretty swell.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-gQLqv9f4o

Cooking, archery, finding bear sign, building fires, making friends with dogs, baking bread, singing to my dog, "cheat days", doing science to my body, stickin' mah foot up in mah mouth.

I'm honestly good at everything I take an interest in. Yep. I'm one of those jerks.

The dog.
Oh shit. There's a fella attached to that dog.

Maybe that-at face value anyway-I'm a little rednecky.

I'm polite. Somehow we've gotten to the point where a simple display of manners has become something to remark upon. I blame the internet.

Books: Everyone should try them at least once. Gaiman, Vonnegut, Pratchett, Wodehouse, Moore, and Adams are a few of my favorites.

Movies: I have a hard time sitting through one these days. I blame the internet. And books. At the end of the day I have to give it up for True Romance though,

T.V.: The Walking Dead, Justified, TEDTalks, Home Movies, Nova, Bill Nye, Angry Beavers, The Boondocks.

Music: It'll just be easier to list what I don't like. Reggea (hate it so much I'm not sure how to spell it properly), Kenny G., any other music that may come to mind when I say, "Kenny G.", Tom Petty, The Beatles (yeah I said it).

Go to a park this summer, find a group of gentlemen playing disc golf and ask them what bands they listen to. Whatever they tell you: assume I don't like that either. Unless they tell you they like some B.B. King, some Motown, or some 90's rap: in which case, those boys are alright. Just a little misguided as far as what constitutes, "sports".

Besides that trash: music is swell. I'm in a Waylon Jennings mood these days. Makes me think of summer. Destiny's Child is always good. I have a crush on Kelly Rowland.

Food: Meat. Plants. Chocolate milk.

The dog.
Exercise.
Quiet time. (Preferably around a heap'a trees and rocks and whatnot.)
Carbs!
A ridiculously supportive family.
Mah 4406 crew!

Gold tooth, or full grill?
Neutral spine.
The pit bull/catahoula rescue I will eventually run. (Gonna' call it, "Git yer Pitt'n GIT!")
Fitness program design.
How much I like the place I live. I'm so grateful to have mountains and water so close by. Sometimes you Portlanders can be too much, and I need to get away and get right. No offense. I just like trees and my dog more than I like most other things.
Maybe I should just-finally-move to the Canadian Rockies.
Why Portlanders brag about being able to parallel park. Sorry ya'll. Where I'm from, if you don't demonstrate that you can park your shit in five moves or less: no license for you, Bub.

Hanging out with my friends at Vincente's. PIZZA and GINGER BEER!

I want to stalk Justin Timberlake.

I name all of my shoes after country and western singers.

I have Christmas carols stuck in my head six months out of the year.

I probably spend more time looking at men's profiles on this site than women's. They're seriously fucking funny.

I lied about the G.E.D.

I can do (and enjoy doing) a Meat Wad impression.

You ain't too cool for Christmas.

You have a trailer full of firewood you want hauled off of your property.

You get angry and flail your arms a bunch when you hear the phrase, "breed specific legislation.

You want to help me write a compelling argument as to why my roommates should allow me to get a foster dog.

You know what a burpee is.

You won't get mad if I seem to like your dog more than I like you.

*You are doing something amazing with yourself!