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I'm looking for frenz and potential boyfriend material. All are expected to be within my age group (within the decade at least, plz), have a sense of humor, and not be a drooling retard.
I like frenz who like to have fun, go on adventures, etc. Karaoke, watching movies, cartoons, the rare good anime, going to Martha's, all that. Jawsome.
Prissy or very couture girls make me nervous. Just sayin'. Other than that, gender and sexuality don't matter.
Potential boyfriend material is pretty much the same only with higher standards, obviously. A sense of humor, respect for myself, friends, and fambly is required; as is self-esteem, without being arrogant.
Man, I really can't stand either too much or too little ego. Like whoa I can't.
If you creep me out, I won't talk to you. Period. Choose the pics you send me wisely.
My taste in guys runs the gauntlet, but otakus, scene queens, tools, and goffick vampiers are out of the question. If it helps any, I have infinite girl boners for Johnny Knoxville.
Ten points if you have a Something Awful account. I don't anymore, but, y'know, just saying.
Religion, or lack of, doesn't concern me. Respect me and I'll respect you.
About me, well, I'm a goofy little fucker who can be respectful to the right people but who is essentially a free spirit/idiot/whatever.
I have slow internets on account of living with my parents atm.
This is because of a closed head injury that causes extreme panic attacks and (rarely) seizures. I'm trying to get on disability for that hand up so I can gtfo of here and hopefully get whatever done that needs done to get rid of the problem all together.
Self-pwn isn't an option, channers. ; )
I love animals, platonic of course, and can't stand teh stupids, melodramatics, geeks, or people who change who they are to fit in.
If your message to me is stupid or creepy or way too brief, I'll most likely delete it.
If you're for reals about contacting me, include a photo. That isn't creepy. It'll stay on my computer, and I'll reciprocate if your message was up to par.
If not, I'll politely decline and your photo will be deleted without anyone's eyes but mine seeing it/them.
I'm kinda expecting to get a lot of "HOW DO I KNOW UR A GIRL" baiting because of this, but I'm just not comfortable having a profile pic.
Deal with it, mine homey.
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Man, I have girl-boners for so many of the ladyfolk who view my profile. Maybe ten-percent of the menfolk.
And no, I'm not naming names. : x
Also, had a great morning with le mother, which is a rare and special treat. I got her to take MySpace angle pics with me (which, if you knew her personality, would make you lolol), we said ILU for the first time in a couple of evers, and we chilled on the futon while watching crime shows and Bridezilla.
I think I'll remember Mother's Day this year.
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I've been noticing lately that there's a lot of people who go from slave to sub to switch to dominant.
I also kinda noticed that I used to be a sub, but now I'm more dominant than anything; with people I'm not romantically involved with.
Curiouser and curiouser.
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I miss my mp3 player.
It was one of those little Zen numbers with the ear buds replaced by bighuge studio headphones for ultimate eargasm potential.
We'd take long walks together through the groves on warm summer nights, as always to the sweet dulcet voice of G.G. Allen or Darby Crash.
You sat with my in the office, dreaded ear buds hidden in my hair while somebody important said something about something. Prolly important.
You also stuck by me when I worked at Macy's, craftily giving me a visual excuse for the dried-up bitches not to corner me in awkward conversation.
Goodnight, Sweet Prince.
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| Age: 63 |
| Melbourne,
Florida |
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