I'm not much of a salesman, especially when I'm trying to sell myself. I'm much more comfortable pointing out my faults than my assets. Shit! There I go again.
I'm a recovering intellectual who has learned to wallow joyfully in life's banalities. Ugh. How pretentious.
I don't like to think of myself as nice, but I suppose I am.
I have a really nasty sense of humor and say things I don't really mean, simply because I think I'm funny when I'm mean.
I often worry that I'm a lot less interesting than I used to be.
Am I able to perceive myself in the same way that others perceive me?
I like candy, cigarettes, and candy cigarettes.
Mastering the art of the semicolon is one of my life's goals.
I've been told I have pretty eyes; they change color.
I have a very low tolerance for alcohol.