29Corpus Christi, United States
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My self-summary
What I Did Last Summer:

Hold up, having some junior high flashbacks here. Ok.

Tall. Still believe guys should hold the door. Sarcastic to the point of excess. Moderately proficient typist.
What I’m doing with my life
Damn it OKC, you sound just like my mother.
I’m really good at
Jokes. No, seriously, you've got to hear this one: a guy walks into a bar and... Wait... Um... Something about a baby elephant in a sombrero... Damn it.

Punch line!

Also guitars and writing and football and not sentence structure.
The first things people usually notice about me
In this age of instant judgement and hashtag-driven-banality, isn't it time we took a moment to search for something deeper than a superficial first impression? Am I to be defined by some ever-decaying shell, my identity forever bound to flesh and bone with no thought to the ever-changing soul within? Nay, I say! I am more than the aggregate of my parts-- more than broad shoulders and towering height, more than a pair of eyes that sparkle with the ferocity of a thousand ice-dragons. Hear me, Universe, and despair!

But probably my butt. I've got a greaaaaat butt.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: All of them. Every single one.

Movies: Titanic. I'm all about some Titanic. Girls like that one, right? Yeah. Titanic.

TV: Walking Dead, Always Sunny, Arrested Development (thank you Netfix)

Music, Food: See "Books."
Six things I could never do without
1. Books. For real. Love them.
2. Sentence fragments.
3. Football. And not the British kind.
4. The ability to count.
6. My guitar. Not that I'm great, it'll just make a good blunt weapon for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Yeah, like I'm just gonna let the government trap me into giving those away. Nice try, Obama!
On a typical Friday night I am
Usually drinking Blue Moon at a bar with my friends. I dislike wasting my Fridays.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I once stole a penguin from a zoo.

We did not make it far.
You should message me if
You made it through all those essays without rolling your eyes more than twice. (Okay, who am I kidding... three times.)
The two of us