I'm a 30-Something and I look 17. It's a gift and a curse. I'm a writer, history buff and a politics junkie. These are my guilty pleasures, because I end up keeping it all too myself. Who wants to hear about boring shit like WWII? People want to get high and discuss alien conspiracies instead. I'm down. I'm also down for a drunken club crawl.
I really like school too. Sad probably. I just excel at it. So much so I've tried three times. Just kidding. I want to get involved in law though. Legal counseling, political science. You know, shit where I can line my pockets with corrupt cash. Just kidding still.
Oh, so I work. It consumes most of my life. That life is Edible Arrangements. I bet you've heard of them. They own me.