I do all the same stuff that most people do, and am just as bored of it as said people.

I'm a leo. I've been told that says a lot of things, and many of them are probably true.


I'm left-handed and wrong-brained. But I play guitar right-handed. I play harmonica left-handed, though, so it all balances out.


I'm in the Army. Yay for me and all. That means my livelihood comes largely from cleaning stuff, driving stuff, shooting stuff, carrying stuff, swearing a lot, drinking more, and running almost as much.


I'd like to be a history teacher when I grow up.


Dyslexic I'm.


I used to wear a black belt. Now, I generally wear a tan one.


The book was good, but the movie was better. Though it's typically the other way around.


I kissed a girl and I liked it. Then her parents filed charges. Go figure.


I speak Appalachian. It's pretty much the same thing as English.


I listen to crappy music, watch crappy movies, love crappy TV shows from my boyhood, and read crappy books.


I support people who buy support ribbons. Though the autism one just seems...strangely offensive...to me. Come on, people! Autism is essentially a hyper-sensitive reaction to sensual stimulus, and you're gonna make a ribbon that looks like a rainbow-colored puzzle? You rock, ribbon-makers.


I'm a pseudo-intellectual. If you ain't smart, learn to fake it.


10-4, Good Buddy. Roger-Wilco, Over-and-Out. Break. Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot. Yeah. Butchery of proper commo phrasings is my calling.



"And if he's to marry, take care she is old
A troop-sergeant's widow's the kindest, I'm told
For beauty won't help when the rations is cold
Nor love ain't enough for a soldier.

"And if she go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch 'em, you'll swing, on my oath!
Make 'im take 'er and keep 'er, t'is hell for them both
And you're shut o' the curse of the soldier."

--Rudyard Kipling