Oh hey. Call me TJ; it's only 2 letters, so if you forget it I will make fun of you for having the memory of a 90 year old woman. You have been warned.
Perhaps one could call me a sensitive, poetic soul; but then again, most sensitive poetic souls don't make fart jokes and spend hours on end watching Quentin Tarantino movies. Sure I'm a contradiction in some ways, but isn't that what makes life exciting? Why would you want to be with someone easy to define, when you could spend your time with a guy who's interesting, fun, charming, and who has an ass that just won't quit? Yes, I am talking about myself, and yes, my ass just won't quit. I'm not sure what it won't quit. I assume it's Tetris.
My greatest aspiration in life is to become a DaVinci style renaissance man. Thankfully, like DaVinci, I'm Italian, so I'm already on my way.
I love reading shit. I want to go to graduate school, so I can become a professor and get paid to read shit.
I modified my Wii so it can play old school Nintendo and Sega games. Yeah, I'm a huge fucking nerd, and I'm damn proud of it!
I have a stack of CDs from here to Uranus (heh...I said anus).
I collect vinyl, but I'm not a hipster douchebag. Seriously. Hipsters make me want to kick a baby.
I can cook and clean very well; I guess men stereotypically are supposed to be bad at both, but hey, I'm special. You like that, ladies? Yeah? Good.
If I was born four months earlier, I would have been a child of the 80s. Thank God that didn't happen.
Can I become a modern-day DaVinci with all this shit? Find out at 11.
Alright, as you can tell, I'm not taking myself seriously in the least here, partly because I always think filling these things out are just awkward. So I guess I'll end by saying that if you've been entertained by my stupidity thus far, send me a message; there's plenty more where that came from.