I like me. There was a time in my life when I didn't (doesn't everybody go through that, though?), but yeah, I'm at a point in my life where I like me. It took a while to get here, and I fucked up a bit along the way, but it's been an interesting journey to say the least. This segues into a game that pretty much everybody, at one point or another, plays here on SG. It's the "Things about me you may not know" game.
I call my Mom at least every other week, although I try to call every weekend.
I call my sister about every other week, and my brother less frequently.
I've been blessed with nice teeth. My siblings could all use braces (my one brother should start with a tooth brush), but I've never needed or had braces. Shame I don't like to smile so much.
I'm good at my job. In fact, my job is the one thing I'll get pissed off about if you try to fuck with me about it. Tell me I have a small dick, tell me I have a big nose, tell me I smell funny, and I'll probably agree, just for laughs. Fuck with me about my job and we're arguing.
I'm good with my hands, mechanically speaking. Give me a bicycle, I can fix it. Give me a car, the right tools, and instructions, I can fix it. Give me an airplane, I can fix it. Give me a house. Seriously, give me a house. I really want one. Oh..what was I saying??? Oh yeah, give me a house and I'll probably break something. I don't know why home improvements scare me, but I'll need to be getting over that and quick.
Im a good kisser. Or so I've been told.
I'm pretty much debt free. I have a balance on one credit card, and that will be paid off before I get back to the world.
I know how to listen. Seriously, it's more involved than just hearing.
I hate getting compliments. They make me uncomfortable. Give me constructive critisism any day of the week.
I wish I read more. I'm trying, but the stupid machine I'm currently typing on is a bit addictive.
That is all. Maybe I'll let you guys in on more later. Or not, who knows.
p.s. Yes, you said it first, but that's not to say I mean it less.
I call my Mom at least every other week, although I try to call every weekend.
I call my sister about every other week, and my brother less frequently.
I've been blessed with nice teeth. My siblings could all use braces (my one brother should start with a tooth brush), but I've never needed or had braces. Shame I don't like to smile so much.
I'm good at my job. In fact, my job is the one thing I'll get pissed off about if you try to fuck with me about it. Tell me I have a small dick, tell me I have a big nose, tell me I smell funny, and I'll probably agree, just for laughs. Fuck with me about my job and we're arguing.
I'm good with my hands, mechanically speaking. Give me a bicycle, I can fix it. Give me a car, the right tools, and instructions, I can fix it. Give me an airplane, I can fix it. Give me a house. Seriously, give me a house. I really want one. Oh..what was I saying??? Oh yeah, give me a house and I'll probably break something. I don't know why home improvements scare me, but I'll need to be getting over that and quick.
Im a good kisser. Or so I've been told.
I'm pretty much debt free. I have a balance on one credit card, and that will be paid off before I get back to the world.
I know how to listen. Seriously, it's more involved than just hearing.
I hate getting compliments. They make me uncomfortable. Give me constructive critisism any day of the week.
I wish I read more. I'm trying, but the stupid machine I'm currently typing on is a bit addictive.
That is all. Maybe I'll let you guys in on more later. Or not, who knows.
p.s. Yes, you said it first, but that's not to say I mean it less.
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*gyfs*