Now this is a story,

All about how,
My life got flipped-turned upside-down,
and I'd liked to take a minute, just sit right there,
and I'll tell you how I became unsure about what the hell I'm doing.

Tell me, does that make you fantasize about me?

No?

Well, screw that then.

Lemme try again:

I drive a motorcycle and once wrestled a bear with my bear hands in a burning building, shirtless.

Still no?

Well, how about this:

I'm bat-shit insane, like video games, am moderately muscular, listen to music like its going out of style, love fast cars, junk food, and parties.

Eh? Eh?

Do tell.

I posted this not because I haven't the slightest to report, but because I dislike being single, and this is incredibly entertaining to me. Got my old xbox working today, and feel bad about posting such boring things.

Tossing around the idea of learning to play an instrument. I would love to play guitar, but it seems so complex. I took piano, once, waaaay back. Dunno, thoughts?

Spending too much time on comp. Should stop.

And now, to finish, a poem from Rayne Summers.

(Why? Because I can.)