Now with that out of the way:
Artist. Insomniac. Sideburns (not any more). Glasses. Hip, but not hipster. Drawing everything with green eyes. Right now I'm in the embryo stage of an illustrious career in the arts, and have been getting some of my designs printed up on a few of those limited edition/24 hours and it's gone forever custom t-shirt websites, and am doing pretty good with that. The goal is to get to a point where I can totally support myself through my art endeavors. Word.
Also sometimes me and my friend Cindy go to swanky bars/clubs/restaurants and pick fake fights with eachother, and knock over tables and drinks and people and and bottles and chairs and scream and yell like white trash hellcats till we get hurled into the street.
All of my heros are either dead or figments of the imagination.
(I have however recently added Patton Oswalt to this list, but I'm still keeping that in here :P ).
I messaged my highest enemy % match on here and suggested that we fight to the death... she has yet to respond.
Try not to take me too seriously.
my profile is 95% complete