After making it through college, what I was willing to admit to knowing about myself was: A) I'm still up for the same stupid stuff that I was ready to do when I went in. B) I'm still not sure what I'm doing with my life, but look to have fun doing it. C) I tend to abuse my body to see how far it'll go before breaking.
I'm me. I think. Usually I'm me. Sometimes I'm someone else, but only because the person who's me decided to be someone else for a while.
Confused yet? Cool. It's working.
I'm a sarcastic, cynical bastard... but yet, I'm still optimistic. Maybe I'm just contrary... Nah, that couldn't be it.
I've been known to spontaneous channel the spirit of Gir.
My head's an eclectic collection of quotes and
karma... Not really with the 'quotes and karma' crap, but I liked
the alliteration and feel of the sentence. So it stays.
I have a complete gutter for a head and a nearly-blank resume of experience. I don't know if I'm picky, or just stumped. I don't need to be corrupted - just the opportunity for the corruption to blossom. So to speak.
You females confuse me; any lady wanting anything from me is probably going to have to hit me over the head before I realize it.
From the original form of OKCupid, when I signed up because I was taking all the quizzes and wanted a record of 'em:
Reactive, contemplative, and cynically optimistic.