I've got a couple tattoos and I'm gonna get more eventually (thinking about checking out Mother's in Covington). I'm not interested in sports, but I'm good at faking it (especially when I'm drunk). I can't swim at all. You might think that really limits my life experiences, but I'm not a fish. So it really doesn't affect me.
This is more difficult than it should be.
I'm a really nice guy with a really horrible and distasteful sense of humor. I say fuck a lot. Too much, probably. My house might be haunted, and it also might not be. I can't really be sure. My biggest fears are wasps, drowning, and being surrounded by so many wasps that I can't breathe and effectively combine the first two fears: drowning in wasps. Wait. Fucking... what?
I'm not one of those "You can do anything you set your mind to"-types, but I think a little motivation can go a long way. The key is to not be a complete fuck up, and it's working pretty well for me so far. I haven't really found my true calling yet, but I'm looking for it as hard as I can. Pinky promise.
I ramble. I lose my train of thought. This is my curse.
I'm a horror movie buff, and I really dig a good comedy. I really just enjoy movies in general. There's not a lot I don't like.
I went to Rock on the Range this year (primarily for A Day to Remember, Bring me the Horizon, Crown the Empire and Asking Alexandria's new vocalist) which was awesome. I'm also a big hip-hop fan. And I've got a weak spot for 80's hair metal. I'm not proud of it.
-My memory foam mattress [Memory Foam. It remembers me. :')]
-Water (which helps me not die from all of the Red Bull and alcohol)
And bring a fat polar bear. It might help break the ice.