Greetings and salutations,
It's currently 17:18 and I'm drunk and by myself.
Yeah, I use a 24 hour clock, wanna fight about it?
That's a little sad when I think about it, but I'm thankfully drunk and am thus not really thinking.
I have been an on-again-off-again member on this website and it looks like I'm on-again right now.
Booze (Knob Creek Bourbon to be specific) + internet + nothing to do = buy membership. Apparently.
Should you read this, know that I appreciate it since no one ever pays attention to my dumb ass.
Probably because I NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Me in a nutshell:
I fix medical equipment. For a living. I don't just grab equipment in hospitals.
I'm chronically depressed and thus typically negative about things. Sorry, I'm trying to fix that shit.
I'm socially awkward by nature, though I have a learned ability to convince people otherwise.
I like Street Fighter. Mostly because I'm a nerd.
I like smoking more than I like breathing. I still have to quit, but since it's one of the few things I like I'm having trouble. This, unfortunately, does not change the whole "smoking causes lung cancer" thing. I blame the government .
The picture currently associated with this account is about 6 years old, maybe 7, and my hairline is still in the same place. It looks like I'm balding, but apparently I'm not. I can't figure out if that's a good thing.
I'm currently moving from Bourbon to Guinness, because I'm in love with Guinness. For the record, Guinness is in a Mac's dictionary. I like Macs.
I will socialize with anyone who will call me first, because I'm scared of calling people. It's irrational, but I am scared of calling people. I think people don't like me. I'm probably right.
I went to England last year. I want to move there.
I overanalyze everything and it's held me back for almost 32 years. You shouldn't do that.
This nutshell is bigger than I thought it was going to be but drunk people don't shut up. I never shut up, so the booze just makes that worse.
I keep stating and stopping this and it's now 17:44.
Kitty Pryde is my dream girl. She's not real though. Damn you, Fiction! Excalibur like a motherfucker!
Everything scares me. Everything. I overcome this every day I leave my condo and it never gets any better. I will never let it beat me, because I persevere. It's what I do.
I think the Jackson 5 kick all sorts of ass.
My name came from watching the opening sequence of Day of the Dead. I saw the streets full of Zombies and thought of a parade. You don't care.
I've written too much here, and now it's 17:56.
Word,
DeadBodyParade
P.S. I will start a band with you, if you want.
It's currently 17:18 and I'm drunk and by myself.
Yeah, I use a 24 hour clock, wanna fight about it?
That's a little sad when I think about it, but I'm thankfully drunk and am thus not really thinking.
I have been an on-again-off-again member on this website and it looks like I'm on-again right now.
Booze (Knob Creek Bourbon to be specific) + internet + nothing to do = buy membership. Apparently.
Should you read this, know that I appreciate it since no one ever pays attention to my dumb ass.
Probably because I NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Me in a nutshell:
I fix medical equipment. For a living. I don't just grab equipment in hospitals.
I'm chronically depressed and thus typically negative about things. Sorry, I'm trying to fix that shit.
I'm socially awkward by nature, though I have a learned ability to convince people otherwise.
I like Street Fighter. Mostly because I'm a nerd.
I like smoking more than I like breathing. I still have to quit, but since it's one of the few things I like I'm having trouble. This, unfortunately, does not change the whole "smoking causes lung cancer" thing. I blame the government .
The picture currently associated with this account is about 6 years old, maybe 7, and my hairline is still in the same place. It looks like I'm balding, but apparently I'm not. I can't figure out if that's a good thing.
I'm currently moving from Bourbon to Guinness, because I'm in love with Guinness. For the record, Guinness is in a Mac's dictionary. I like Macs.
I will socialize with anyone who will call me first, because I'm scared of calling people. It's irrational, but I am scared of calling people. I think people don't like me. I'm probably right.
I went to England last year. I want to move there.
I overanalyze everything and it's held me back for almost 32 years. You shouldn't do that.
This nutshell is bigger than I thought it was going to be but drunk people don't shut up. I never shut up, so the booze just makes that worse.
I keep stating and stopping this and it's now 17:44.
Kitty Pryde is my dream girl. She's not real though. Damn you, Fiction! Excalibur like a motherfucker!
Everything scares me. Everything. I overcome this every day I leave my condo and it never gets any better. I will never let it beat me, because I persevere. It's what I do.
I think the Jackson 5 kick all sorts of ass.
My name came from watching the opening sequence of Day of the Dead. I saw the streets full of Zombies and thought of a parade. You don't care.
I've written too much here, and now it's 17:56.
Word,
DeadBodyParade
P.S. I will start a band with you, if you want.
I absolutely remember you, and I also find it hilarious (and awesome) that you remember all of this because my email account was compromised, haha.
I hope that you're well, and it would be great to see you at Gala this year!
I'm glad you're still the same as well (or so it seems)
We have a few things in common, my friend, including a love of Guinness and irrational social awkwardness. Welcome back to the world of pervs.