A young man who just moved to Paris few weeks ago.
I don't know much about this city and want to make the most of it.
What I’m doing with my life
"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-
interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three
piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting
on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows,
stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at
the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing
more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have
spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But
why would I want to do a thing like that?"
No, seriously, I am a normal person. Job, appartement (not yet),
friends, familiy, hobbies.
I’m really good at
I guess I can cook lemon pie and croque-monsieur pretty well.
The first things people usually notice about me
My huuuge sense of humour!! Well, at least it is what I
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
*Shows: Breakin Bad, Battlestar Gallactica, The Wire
*Music: Yeah Yeah Yeah, Sons&Daughters, Subways, ...
*Movies: The Shawshank Redemption, The Thin Red Line, Lock, Stock
and Two Smoking Barrels, twelve angry men
*Food: Lemon Pie (Yummy!!)
The six things I could never do without
The six fingers of my right hand
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Where should I go on my next vacation. Any tips?
On a typical Friday night I am
You should message me if
You are not a creepy girl :)