Superfluous facts about a superfluous fellow.
- When I was five, I lived in Florida and was a steady patron of Sea World, because whales and polar bears are the shit. The last time I went, before moving to San Diego, I got to sit on Shamu. Shit was pretty rad.
- Every year, around the end of fall, I go through a phase where I can't fall asleep until the sun comes out.
- I did mushrooms once in a yurt isolated in the mountains last Winter, and my sense of time never went back to normal.
- I have the biggest man-crush on Jesse Korman from the Number Twelve. Hughes and Homme too, but that's more a case of hero worship.
- George Carlin and Carl Sagan are essentially the prophets of my philosophy and 'faith'.
- The greatest of my life's aspirations is to have gnarly facial hair. I made a drunken promise to myself that if, by the age of thirty, I still lack said facial hair, I would kill myself. (Not out of self loathing, mind you, there's just not much I want to accomplish that would be worthwhile without a beard.) That said, I also promised myself I'd be in a porno before I turned 19, but here I am, and that shit ain't on my resume.
- I climbed Mt. St. Hellens in long-johns when I was fourteen.
- I'm torn between the ironically romanticized womanizing personas of cats like Jesse Hughes and the "everything I know about relationships I learned from Blink-182" hopeless romantic I've been since forever.
- I adore nothing more than making good use of a well-oiled tongue to sweet talk my way into someone's heart, but I can't if it means I have to be full of shit in doing so.
- The high-five is the closest thing I have to a sacred act. It's almost spiritual; every person with whom I have stellar high-five chemistry becomes a close friend. Notably, the one girl who- even after knowing her for two years- still gives absolutely horrible high-fives, is the one girl who broke a fella's heart.
- I want to buy a Chevy conversion van, tear out the back seats, put a fat Black Dahlia Murder sticker along the side, toss some bikes on the top and romp around the West coast with some rough and rowdy friends.
- I'm training as a chef currently. Getting paid to make rad food and flirt with waitresses is really awesome.
- I love the smell of blood. It doesn't get me off, but there's something about iron in the air that tells me something worthwhile has been happening.
- My body odor is ridiculously strong. Not bad, mind you: I've never had anyone complain about it (my ex adored it), it's just very...there. Old Spice works for about an hour or so, everything else gets smoked out pretty quickly. I figure I'd rather smell like I've been making good use of the day than some bro dildo who wears too much synthetic aromatics.
- Japanese RPGs have always been- and will always be- one of my favorite things in the whole world. My first tattoo, and the first tattoo I ever did, is an image of the Buster Sword.
- For the entirety of highschool I sported shorts, flops and band-tees. When I moved to Denver my Senior year, I was so angsty about moving I figured I could give Mother Nature the finger and not buy a coat until February (and only because the coat was rad as fuck.) It was a chilly winter.
- Every girl I've ever been into was convinced from the start that I would break her heart.
I don't know why.
- If I tell you I love you, and you say "I know," (and, moreover, know why that's fucking awesome), I'll love you even more.
- I've been playing drums for nine years, screaming for four, tatting for two. Been in a whole bunch of bands, none really worthy of note, just the kind where you get a bunch of kids together, an ample amount of booze and illicit drugs and play some rad jams for your friends.
- I was born by the beach, and even though I moved around extensively as a kid, I was always near water. Wherever I settle down, I'd like to have the sea nearby.
- I'm easily amused and easily pleased, being a simple man of simple tastes. Any day with a good bike ride, a spot of welcome company and a cup of tea is a good day in my book.
- When I was five, I lived in Florida and was a steady patron of Sea World, because whales and polar bears are the shit. The last time I went, before moving to San Diego, I got to sit on Shamu. Shit was pretty rad.
- Every year, around the end of fall, I go through a phase where I can't fall asleep until the sun comes out.
- I did mushrooms once in a yurt isolated in the mountains last Winter, and my sense of time never went back to normal.
- I have the biggest man-crush on Jesse Korman from the Number Twelve. Hughes and Homme too, but that's more a case of hero worship.
- George Carlin and Carl Sagan are essentially the prophets of my philosophy and 'faith'.
- The greatest of my life's aspirations is to have gnarly facial hair. I made a drunken promise to myself that if, by the age of thirty, I still lack said facial hair, I would kill myself. (Not out of self loathing, mind you, there's just not much I want to accomplish that would be worthwhile without a beard.) That said, I also promised myself I'd be in a porno before I turned 19, but here I am, and that shit ain't on my resume.
- I climbed Mt. St. Hellens in long-johns when I was fourteen.
- I'm torn between the ironically romanticized womanizing personas of cats like Jesse Hughes and the "everything I know about relationships I learned from Blink-182" hopeless romantic I've been since forever.
- I adore nothing more than making good use of a well-oiled tongue to sweet talk my way into someone's heart, but I can't if it means I have to be full of shit in doing so.
- The high-five is the closest thing I have to a sacred act. It's almost spiritual; every person with whom I have stellar high-five chemistry becomes a close friend. Notably, the one girl who- even after knowing her for two years- still gives absolutely horrible high-fives, is the one girl who broke a fella's heart.
- I want to buy a Chevy conversion van, tear out the back seats, put a fat Black Dahlia Murder sticker along the side, toss some bikes on the top and romp around the West coast with some rough and rowdy friends.
- I'm training as a chef currently. Getting paid to make rad food and flirt with waitresses is really awesome.
- I love the smell of blood. It doesn't get me off, but there's something about iron in the air that tells me something worthwhile has been happening.
- My body odor is ridiculously strong. Not bad, mind you: I've never had anyone complain about it (my ex adored it), it's just very...there. Old Spice works for about an hour or so, everything else gets smoked out pretty quickly. I figure I'd rather smell like I've been making good use of the day than some bro dildo who wears too much synthetic aromatics.
- Japanese RPGs have always been- and will always be- one of my favorite things in the whole world. My first tattoo, and the first tattoo I ever did, is an image of the Buster Sword.
- For the entirety of highschool I sported shorts, flops and band-tees. When I moved to Denver my Senior year, I was so angsty about moving I figured I could give Mother Nature the finger and not buy a coat until February (and only because the coat was rad as fuck.) It was a chilly winter.
- Every girl I've ever been into was convinced from the start that I would break her heart.
I don't know why.
- If I tell you I love you, and you say "I know," (and, moreover, know why that's fucking awesome), I'll love you even more.
- I've been playing drums for nine years, screaming for four, tatting for two. Been in a whole bunch of bands, none really worthy of note, just the kind where you get a bunch of kids together, an ample amount of booze and illicit drugs and play some rad jams for your friends.
- I was born by the beach, and even though I moved around extensively as a kid, I was always near water. Wherever I settle down, I'd like to have the sea nearby.
- I'm easily amused and easily pleased, being a simple man of simple tastes. Any day with a good bike ride, a spot of welcome company and a cup of tea is a good day in my book.
metalcraft137:
thanks man, and you sound like a cool cat.
lyxzen:
Yeah, I could see you being a heartbreaker. 