More than anything, I'm here to expand my social circle. Anything more is certainly not out of the question, but ensuring that someone is capable of holding up a reasonably intelligent conversation is a priority to me.
I'm joined at the hip with the technology in my life. I've been building computers for fifteen years, and first started programming almost ten years ago.
Uh... I'm carbon based, made of pointy bits that hold up the squidgy bits.
I'm incredibly easy to get along with, even if I do take everything to the extreme. Not... not sticking out of the tongue with horns in the air, screaming "fucking hardcore!", but that I don't deal in mediocrity. Even when it comes to doing nothing interesting, I tend to do a shitton of it in one go. I can totally overlook the needs of my pancreas one day, and eat two pounds of candy for dinner, then later that week, forget to eat for three days because I'm too busy overindulging in something else to remember that food=living.
Fortunately, I suppose, the only place where mediocrity does in fact find a home in my life is on the subject of drugs and alcohol. I've been young and stupid. I continue to be stupid on occasion, even still, but I can't find any reason why I'd need to intoxicate myself the way I used to. Sure, I love to drink. Hell, being raised by a Polish and Ukrainian father, Vodka was a dietary staple growing up, and I love it to no end, just as I love good beer, or anything with licorice or anise. Most notably Absinthe, and particularly Pernod. But even with the love for good drink, it's still something to be reserved for an occasion. Sure, I'll indulge with friends, and overindulge if the company is good enough, or the bar is open enough, but only a handful of times a year.
Christ... that couldn't make me come off as any older if it was paired of a picture with my skin actually made of tweed... *rolls eyes*
What else? Um. I'm well mannered and charming when the situation begs it, but away from that, I'm offensive and vulgar.
Deal with it.