I'm often told that I'm funny. (Notice I stated "told that I am."
This allow me to avoid any self-declaration, and conveniently elude
any expectations of being funny). I treat self-summaries like
resumes: nothin but self-praise, self-congraglations,
embellishments, self-deceptions, outright lies, and an address to
reach me. But if you want to get know the REAL ME (and I would
actually write a whole paragraph of self-description and then claim
that there's a "real me" that I have yet to refer to) then please
e-mail me. And now, I'll forefit any structural coherence
whatsoever and continue to describe myself...
I am a baller and you can tell by iced-out wrists. I write short
stories and almost had one published, but was too lazy to do the
revision.. I also play guitar. Or at least use to before I quit.
Probably shouldn't have mentioned it. Hmmm...I guess that's it...OK
cupid probably summed it best: He's less energetic, less spiritual,
more pessimistic, more sloppy....(sound like a good catch?)
I am ballafied, hustler-prone, and steady mobbin