A bastard child but not that old and not that dirty. My vice in life is joking around. It’s like my heroin. Everytime I tell myself that I’m going to tone it down it doesn’t seem to work. I like being around people who I can get a reaction from. Some people may call it assholism but I guess I’m trying to keep it unboring. I also seem to make up words that don’t really exist in the English language. Randomness is a spice to life. I don’t like working regular jobs, “good” jobs, or labour intensive jobs. Borrrrriiinnnng. Yes, in terms of jobs I have narrowed it down to nothing. To be more precise I don’t like working these jobs 8 plus hours a day 5 days a week. The sad thing is though, I do work a regular job with a similar schedule but I haven’t accepted it as life yet. I guess you can say I haven’t given up or one could also say that I’m a dreamer. I’d rather be a dreamer than a deader. Deader is probably the most dumbest sounding imaginary word ever thought of. Life should be more about fun and enjoyment rather than giving into fears, security and acceptance. I also have the ability to easily turn a regular conversation into some kind of rant. I suppose I’m just not happy with the way society thinks but whatever. All I can do is live my own life and hopefully when I look back I’ll be happy I made the decisions I did. I like Slash, my 240sx and a bunch of other stuff that you will probably encounter on my just another wordpress site. Thank you, thank you very much.