No seriously, this blog is way more boring than that. I actually got excited writing that, not because of the thought of death, that's terrible, (unless you're Casey Anthony, then apparently it's celebratory) but because Fiction is better than your life, and my life. It's why drugs and Santa Claus exist.
Come share with me the collective sigh of mediocrity that is another self-reflecting spittoon among a sea of spittoons, that celebrates my views on things for your reading "eh"njoyment. But the difference is? I've got stories. Oh, yes. Here are the facts as of July 17, 2011:
I am 26 years old.
I've lost 65 pounds from my heaviest, to now.
I've lost 65 pounds from my heaviest, to now.
I have two sisters that are six and four, a brother that is one, and another sibling on the way.
I have two step brothers that are my age.
I just quit my job.
I am chasing a dream.
I traveled for 3 years for work all over the country, with a team that is really a Fraternity.
I have a fear of being out of control (mostly flying). Hilarity ensues ------^
I have come home early from one such trip to catch my girlfriend, in bed with another dude, in the nude.
I have come home early from one such trip to catch my girlfriend, in bed with another dude, in the nude.
I enjoy awkward situations, and seek them out wherever possible. (Not creepy awkward, but fun awkward).
I am friend-described as "sociopathically social" - I am uncomfortably social in social settings.
I am self-described as an "eccentric actor" who few people get to really know, not out of mysterious charm, but more because I enjoy making people happy, which sociopathically social part of me does WAY better.
So there's plenty to share and spin on. Buckle up.
Fortune cookie: Keep smiling, unless you have gross teeth, then just do that closed mouth smile thing that awkward people do.
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