I figured that since I couldn't dig deep enough into my brain for a "real" post today, that I would write some more facts about me. I'm sure the one (maybe two) people who read this are just dying to know more. Well, ladies and gents, I aim to please...
I am a middle child, born and raised in Maine, in a town that was over-crowded and polluted long before a Super Wal-Mart was built there.
I have two sisters, both of which have shitloads of dirt on me, so if you ever want to blackmail me, ask them.
I grew up with an anger problem, but I outgrew that phase long ago and the anger monkeys don't hang around so much these days.
I have played the saxophone for 15 years, and can also play (horribly) the clarinet, trumpet, and also (decently) the piano and guitar. I have been composing music for about ten years now.
I like movies, and I'm not too picky on the style. Action, thriller, suspense, comedy, horror... and anything by Judd Apatow. I am a big Star Wars fan, and can quote entire episodes of Family Guy.
I like to read. Stephen King, Robert Ludlum, and Tom Clancy are the big three in my library.
I sometimes hate the fact that I am left handed, because there are so many things that don't work as well. Scissors, manual pencil sharpeners, pencils and pens... Needless to say I was a fucking train wreck on Arts & Crafts day in school.
The phrase "That's what she said" is used by me on a daily basis. People tell me it gets old. I refuse to believe them.
I wear a hemp bracelet on my left wrist that I have not taken off in 5 years. No, it doesn't smell.
Growing up, I wore some form of braces for over five years. Because of that, I no longer have any ambition to eat popcorn or chew gum.
I wear boxer briefs.
I'm trying to make this list as random as possible.
I prefer Pepsi over Coke, and root beer gives me gas.
I cannot eat anything with artificial sugars in it. Something happens to my stomach that I do not care to describe, and I'm sure you're all set without the mental image.
My radio station pre-sets are set to three classic rock stations, and one metal station.
I don't like country music. It makes me want to eat razor blades.
My ass fell asleep while typing this.
Hope this was informative. I'll write more later.
Monday, March 3, 2008
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5 Comments:
Stewie (in car with Brian, says to police officer): We met on the Internet. He lured me into the car with promises of candy and funny stories.
Stewie is such an odd little guy LOL!
Hey, I JUST read your first post now. I'M LEFT HANDED TOO!! And what's so funny is that we're supposed to be more artsy/creative b/c we're "right brained" but because nothing in the universe is made for us, HOW CAN WE CRAFT WITH BACKWARDS SCISSORS??!!!!
I feel your pain my friend. But remember, your gorgeous eye through a lens is obviously your creative side coming out!
Lil Sass: I KNOW! Scissors and pencil sharpeners are the bain of existence for left-handers.
hahahaha, nice!
I bet you could recite the 4-6 episodes better than you could the 1-3 episodes huh? At least, that is what I find myself able to do. Not that you'd give a crap...I'm just saying...
Cheers!
Wayne John: Yes, I can't quote Episodes 1-3 at all. I'm still trying to accept them as part of the Star Wars saga.
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