Welcome to the future of another filthy fucking day. I hope you've left the past behind for I'm taking you away to the dream oft called "Tomorrow," where your dreams so often stray from the Hell oft called "Reality;" the Hell we call "Today."

A bit of nonsense to ease your worried mind, dear newly found patron of The Jac of Spades. For I am he, as you may be you. I don't really know if you are you or someone else, but it's fun to pretend. We are the great equivocators--actors in a living play, or at the very least, living scenery. I myself am an actor; I play myself most well, I think.

Dear reader, for you are a dear and familiar stranger, if you haven't turned yet, why do so now? Come, chat with my disembodied text. Chat with me, if it suits you better, but the text shall be so lonely. Poor... poor mr. text... For I do love you, you loving bag of flesh and squishy filth. SQUISH!

Feel my love. FEEL IT.

I am not insane, just a minority of one. *sigh* So alone, despite the crowds. People, people everywhere, but not a thought to think. People, people everywhere but love is in the sink...

All sorts of fun stuff. But mostly, I'm a bum.

Started college. Sinclair Community, to be precise. Still going for electrical engineering, but only JUST started with two scrimpy classes. I'll start full in the fall. Huzzah and such!

Two years from now-ish, I'll hopefully transfer to Wright State or elsewhere. ^_^

Also, just got another left lobe piercing. Puts me up to 4 piercings one tat. Sad, I know, but I's workin' on it.

I'm a pretty good writer, a decent singer and something of a guitarist. I'm a bit of a hobby actor, though I can't say much in favor of my skills. I'm pretty adequate at speaking my mind. If you get offended... well, then you get offended. Sorry for you being offended. ^_^

I'm apparently intimidating, though I don't know why and don't particularly try to be. I apparently look somewhere between 27 and 29 years of age--one chick at a bar even ask if I was out of my thirties -_-. Most people think I'm funny, others think I'm insane, still more think that I'm funny because I'm insane. It's a vicious cycle of laughter and voices. Most people tell me that my eyes are intense, but I just think that's because I'm schizophrenic and I don't know whose eyes they are. o_0

I also get good reviews when I'm in pigtails.

For books, I'd say pretty much anything out of Terry Prachett's Discworld series; pretty much every Douglas Adams creation, save for Mostly Harmless, but only because I don't think it should cap the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy "trilogy"; I rather heart H.P. Lovecraft (yey Cthulhu! ^_^); Stephen King's Dark Tower series was farking awesome. I guess I'll tack on Sergei Lukyanenko's Nightwatch series as well (fantastic fantasy!).

For movies... gaaaaah... uhm... Fight Club, Nightmare Before Christmas, 40-Year-Old-Virgin, The Order, Pirates of the Carribean, Miyazaki films (yey!), The Prestige, Crank, just to name a few.

For music... *twitch* Eric Clapton, Tool, Beatles, Black Label Society, Bob Dylan, Cradle of Filth, Yngwie Malmsteen, Frank Zappa, Steve Vai, Godsmack, Iron Maiden, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Manson, Nirvana, Pink Floyd, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rolling Stones, Santana, Stevie Ray Vaughan and more, I'm sure.

Foods... *shrugs* I dunno, anything edible that suits my pallete and isn't poisoned. ^_^

Uhmm... I'm kind of fond of my appendages... There's the left leg, we'll call him lefty the leg; there's the right leeeg, will refer to him as Charlie (Vietnam vets/enthusiasts, please don't shoot mah leg!); mah left arm, or Arm #3 (just because, no other reason); right arm, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Arm (and also Arm #1-2, for those seeking continuity); uhmm.... Mah head? We'll call that... the vaccuum. @_@ Then... uhm... uhm... My pet cigarette... *pets cigarette for lack of anything better to do*

*cough*

My job, my career, my life and my guitar by extension. I contemplate the matters of love and wonder if I deserve a piece of it. Perhaps I don't, based on recent endeavors. Yet, nevertheless, I make attempts.

Feel free to probe my brain. I'm really not as crazy as I seem. ... I don't think. *ponders*

Reading, playing guitar, possibly working on something? I go out when invited to go out. I drink when someone throws a bottle at me. I flirt when someone swings in my general direction. More? Maybe. ^_^

Mostly, I manage.

Hrmm... I'm very evasive when faced with a question with which I'm either uncomfortable answering or which I think will lead to a long and dull debate. My defenses are near impenetrable. *cackles* *evil lightning-ey background flash*

Hrmm... Mostly looking for people willing to engage in some kind of (almost certainly geeky) conversation. I do enjoy flirting and can be a bit more than bold at times, but I'm working on that. *shrugs* Not really looking for one-niters anymore. Might settle for a friendly/intimate arrangement, but mostly just looking for friends. ^_^

So, uhm... Message me if that works. o_0