What you see is what you get. I’m a complete nerd from Detroit and I’m proud of it, until I’m surrounded by trendy people. Then I wish I wore the cool shades and watched less arrested development also. I’m a hardcore Virgo; look it up, read the traits and you’ll understand me. I’m a planner; a day dreamer; a nurturer; an appreciator of potential; a nagger; and sometimes so practical that it hurts. I love passionate people, the kind who enjoy showing me new things and pulling me out of my shell. I’ll take healthy, confident and sweet over attractive cocky people addicted to stimulants any day. I have a wicked work drive and put my all into studies and my job. That same drive applies to the guy I choose to date someday also, unfortunately not so much my friends though. I do my best not to neglect them, but I feel its important for me to be honest.

(21AUG2011) On summer days like this when the dry wind greets my nose with a hot tingle, the smell of it like dust and native Pigeons, I rest upon faded sandbags stacked seven feet high, and bitch with the men and woman who so graciously suffer with me. We all deal with it in our own way: The Colonel avoids her emails; the lieutenant sleeps around; the Staff sergeant binge drinks soda and chains smokes his custom rolled cigarettes; the sergeant lifts his frustration away at the gym; my battle buddy, another corporal, watches Dexter stab serial killers on his laptop; the specialist vocally fantasizes about the new car and gun he plans to buy when he gets home; and I lose myself to a world of fiction, lurk in the ink that I put on these pages during my many sleepless nights. I thought for so long that in order to write and to create while maintaining my artistic integrity meant that I needed to be an island; somehow, however, my work is a pleasant chimera of everything that I have loved and hated. I watched Ron’s mother shout: “Not my daughter you bitch” in the last Harry Potter movie, deemed it to be the best offensive display of magic in the entire movie series. I see it in my story now. I recall the angst that Pinkman displayed in Breaking Bad just after his girlfriend died; I see that in my story now also. I miss grabbing cider and donuts with my ex in fall; my hero recalls his ex every time he smells them also. Holistically I understand it now: I am everything and everyone. The mere fact that a cynic can sit and express this so openly online is an amazing thing. Either that or I’m just very hungry and in desperate need of a pop-tart.

Doesn't matter.

All I ask is that you be a decent human being capable of carrying a conversation. I get so bored out here, so emails are always welcome.

Tell me about you and I'll tell you about myself.

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