So... what to say. Hello there dear reader, I am sure you have come
here to find out some information about the man pictured above. If
you haven't i suggest you leave, because the rest of this page is
going to be very uninteresting.
Alright, enough of the third person. So, you've come to find out more about me, huh? Bwahaha... bwahahahahahaha, now who has the shoe on the other foot! Before you find out anything else, you will read this, I agree, within my mind, to give you, Ingrediants, my first born child.
Great, now that we've got that out of the way I suppose I can tell you a little about myself. I am attending ACC, a flip flopping college student who majored first in creative writing, and now in Business management.
I am an avid reader, gamer, lover, fetishist (the good ones at least), a shitty artist, and extremely realistic.
I can be blunt, though that's only when someone asks me a question and expects the truth.
So if you want to really know if you look fat in a dress, I will tell you, not because I take any pleasure in your "humiliation", but because damnit, you fuckin' asked me what I thought, and I respect you enough to not let you go out looking fat.
I have a fetish for writing. It brings me sustenance in a way I cannot describe, and if you are wondering just how shitty a poet/short story writer I am, then click on the Journal button above, and feel free to read any of those entries.
Onto what I would like to see in one of you lot, if you've got the stones to have these qualities. I like opinionated women, you have your own mind, express it, if I don't agree, we'll argue about it and then go to dinner or something. If you are unable to have an argument, and still be able to say "I love you at the end of it." Then you won't like me much. I don't hold grudges, I don't have the energy to keep up that amount of hatred.
The two biggest things I admire are honesty and intelligence. I will be totally honest with you, and I would hope for the same in return, daddy didn't raise no fool.
I will talk to you like you have a brain that understands what I am saying, and use grammar as if you should know where it goes. If my vocabulary in this piece is too scary for you, then fuck off you illiterate fools! If you've noticed my grammar is shitty in this piece, then by all means, send me a revised and edited copy, or...you know... just say hello.
P.S.
He is a sandwich enthusiast. Both types.
Alright, enough of the third person. So, you've come to find out more about me, huh? Bwahaha... bwahahahahahaha, now who has the shoe on the other foot! Before you find out anything else, you will read this, I agree, within my mind, to give you, Ingrediants, my first born child.
Great, now that we've got that out of the way I suppose I can tell you a little about myself. I am attending ACC, a flip flopping college student who majored first in creative writing, and now in Business management.
I am an avid reader, gamer, lover, fetishist (the good ones at least), a shitty artist, and extremely realistic.
I can be blunt, though that's only when someone asks me a question and expects the truth.
So if you want to really know if you look fat in a dress, I will tell you, not because I take any pleasure in your "humiliation", but because damnit, you fuckin' asked me what I thought, and I respect you enough to not let you go out looking fat.
I have a fetish for writing. It brings me sustenance in a way I cannot describe, and if you are wondering just how shitty a poet/short story writer I am, then click on the Journal button above, and feel free to read any of those entries.
Onto what I would like to see in one of you lot, if you've got the stones to have these qualities. I like opinionated women, you have your own mind, express it, if I don't agree, we'll argue about it and then go to dinner or something. If you are unable to have an argument, and still be able to say "I love you at the end of it." Then you won't like me much. I don't hold grudges, I don't have the energy to keep up that amount of hatred.
The two biggest things I admire are honesty and intelligence. I will be totally honest with you, and I would hope for the same in return, daddy didn't raise no fool.
I will talk to you like you have a brain that understands what I am saying, and use grammar as if you should know where it goes. If my vocabulary in this piece is too scary for you, then fuck off you illiterate fools! If you've noticed my grammar is shitty in this piece, then by all means, send me a revised and edited copy, or...you know... just say hello.
P.S.
He is a sandwich enthusiast. Both types.
