I'm a writer. I'm mega-intense but I like to hide behind a keyboard. I also need to run away and start a new life so: anybody that hates their life, is good people, and has the balls to try door number 2, in that order, may join me on an early midlife crisis as I redefine myself as an artist. Got some shit you never dealt with? Me too! And my shit came from genius mental health professionals, so I can help you with yours while I'm carving my own path. Or we can just get fucked up and have a good time when I'm not writing the book that will finally free the sapiens from mental slavery. Whatever. It's an oft-pissed in breeze. I can't not write any more.I need a roommate that's another intensity junkie; I can't throttle myself back to placate the real people any more. Drop me a fucking line, people. I'm still 'good people' and so are you. Let's go be artists together!
I like talking to intelligent people, getting fucked up, and having sex. About in that order, but I keep hoping I'll meet the woman that can up sex's place in that hierarchy.
Music
Aphex Twin Come To Daddy
Video Games
EA Hockey and San Andreas. They don't really work for an escape any more, but video games are still a fun way to keep up with computers. Oh well. I grew up somewhere along the line when I wasn't looking. Whatever. Happens to the best of us.
