I am Thomas Charles Roeser.
I like all three of those names, just not in that order.
I used to weigh 400 pounds. I now weigh 220 pounds. I'm pretty proud of it.
I try, as hard as I can, to be the best that I can possibly be in all aspects of my life. Not in the sense that I want to be better than everyone at everything, but I feel like I let myself down if I'm not giving 100 percent all the time. With failure being an occasional certainty, this makes for some highs and lows, but in the end, I'll take some solace in the fact everything stayed interesting.
There's like, a million billion different sexual orientations these days, to the point where I feel like an old man who gets made fun of for not knowing a music genre. It's hard to keep track of and I wish we could just all be doin' what we're doin', and everyone's like 'aight'.
OKCupid deems me more aggressive, which may be true, but in what context I don't know.
MUCH more offensive is that it says I'm less romantic. PFSSSH
I'm straight up Keats on that shit! Call me Broom, ladies, because I'll sweep you off your goddamn feet.
Combined, I suppose that just makes me Aggromantic.
Women of OKC, I feel compelled to tell you this:
If you, in any way, describe yourself as a nerd or a geek or whatever on this website (any website, really), especially if it's in your username or in the first few lines of your profile, my heart goes out to you.
It's fine that you're a nerd, nothing wrong with that at all, but you've just made yourself every single goddamn neckbeard mother's basement dwelling cheetoh barge's one true love, and they can't wait to show you the Boba Fett suit they traded all their magic the gathering cards and D20s for.
Oh internet, you'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Also, yes I followed an internet nerd bashing with a good ol Star Wars reference, word?
I root for the Stegosaurus every goddamn time I watch Fantasia. I still think that stupid Trex is a lucky piece of shit, and what the hell were all those other dinosaurs doing just fucking standing there watching? That was their CHANCE, damn it.
Remember the time before cell phones? When you called a friend's house to see if they wanted to hang out, and if they weren't there, you just left a fucking message and found some other shit to do? I miss that. I have a great dislike of feeling obligated to answer my phone every time someone calls me, and I rue the loss of my ability to just drop off the radar for a week and not get any shit for it. I RUE IT.
I am extremely competitive, I love winning.
I am also an extremely good sport. I am as polite in victory as I am gracious in defeat. (unless this is online gaming, in which case I consider shit talking a legitimate game mechanic)
I still run up the basement stairs after turning the light off. I don't necessarily believe in ghosts, but I already roll those dice in too many aspects of my life, why tempt fate on this one?
My interests as of forever are learning, sleeping, and hoverboards.
My interests as of 2014 are learning how to get all zen and shit, getting in shape, and motherfucking PING PONG.
I get to the point waaaay faster when speaking than I do when writing.
Facial hair has never been my strong suit.
I read books like the bboys drop rhymes.
I love driving and exploring back roads in my home area of Newport, Oregon.