I'm here because I was, in a rare double-whammy decision, simultaneously banned from christianmingle.com and blackpeoplemeet.com. I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
I aim to keep things interesting, and I could've been a sharpshooter if my wit had been any sharper (Careful there, Annie Oakley). The money I don’t spend on KFC Go Cup’s I can spend on ladies. Lets go for an evening stroll.
I write like nobody's watching. And I boogie for the story, for the optimal algorithm, for the sprawling cities my friends and I start building in Minecraft. I've never finished a city--can a city ever really be finished?--but it's on my list.
I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list (My other list. I can have more than one! Don't tell me how many lists to have. You're not my real dad!). I've been some places and seen some things, but I'd like to have been (and be) more places and seen (and see) more things, if you understand the cut of my jib.
But it's not all just a glamorous life of being banned from things.
I'm also pretty awful. Given half a chance, I'll wax poetic and wane pretentious. I'm irreverent as fuck. If I ever gave a fuck, I gave it away a long time ago. And I'm not one to draw lines in the sand, but my lines are fault. Gouged out of and from stone. If I was a Biblical character, I would be Judas.
Oh. And, also, I hold spoons stupid. Y'all can just deal with it. Haters gonna hate.