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My self-summary
My name is David, and I am a mechanic. That of course means that I am an overworked, underpaid, walking, talking, joke cracking oil soaked ball of sarcasm in a set of coveralls with the mouth of a sailor and a mind as sharp as a box of crayons.
What I’m doing with my life
I work at an auto shop, where time and time again I am asked to work miracles with my hands, begged to heal the machine's troubled spirits and allow it to roam the roads and freeways once again. It's hard work with long hours on my feet, but I enjoy what I do so I just keep trucking along.
I’m really good at
I seem to be an incredible Truman Show-esque case study in the chances and probabilities of Murphy's Law. If I had a nickle for every time I've heard "I had no idea it was physically possible to do that" I'd be able to retire.
The first things people usually notice about me
The way the sunlight glints through my hair, oft giving the awestruck viewer a fleeting impression of a proud and majestic dolphin leaping through the air as nature's sunset paints the sky.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I prefer reading novels with a little bit of wit about them. There's only so many Harlequin Romance novels I can put down in one day (it's eight, but I've really got to skim the last two to meet quota) so I like to unwind with something that will make me smile. Terry Pratchett fits the bill quite nicely. Favorite movies? Basically any cheap horror movie with a 50 dollar budget sounds like a recipe for a good time.
Six things I could never do without
Is it any six things ever? Or six things that I currently own? What is this, an interrogation? Who are you to judge what I deem necessary for basic survival? This is an outrage!
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How am I ever going to afford my Lamborghini? That seems like a sane and reasonable goal. Sure, some may claim that sounds materialistic, but I can't hear them over laying twin strips of molten rubber at 7,000 RPM.
On a typical Friday night I am
Ever grab a kitty by the paws and make him dance while pretending they're singing a song in a little kid's voice? I did that one Friday. Once. I now have to spend my Fridays typing out these updates with a chopstick clenched between my teeth, as I seem to have misplaced my fingers.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I love peanut butter in the only way that a hungry man with a spoon and nobody watching will ever know.
You should message me if
You've got a great sense of humor or want to talk about anything under the sun. I'm all ears.
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