I live in the past. IM logs are the devil's own device. My eye is trying to escape and take most of my skull along with it. Somebody just fuckin' shoot me and stop this headache.
About Me:
I'm John. Most of my friends call me Jack. I like to sleep, though I rarely do. I'm strangely attracted to women that remind me of Marla Singer. I thankfully actually date women who are a lot healthier, in body if not soul. I'm divorced. I'm a single parent. I'm either childlike or immature, depending on the person you ask. I used to be a hopeless pessimist about love. I then became a hopeless romantic about love. I'm currently a hopeless loser so far as romance is concerned. I'm taller than you, and that makes me a better person overall. I watch cartoons, I read Harry Potter, Dean Koontz, and comic books, and I can beat you up if you tease me about it. I'm a progressive masculist, but I like to feign misogyny from time to time. If you're a woman from age 20-40, even halfway attractive and fairly intelligent, I will probably want to jump your bones. I decide what is attractive and intelligent, though, so don't get your hopes up, if you're into fugly, dumb fellows such as myself. My goal in life is to become the trophy husband of some rich older woman. But I guess I'd probably be more like a participation ribbon.
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