Who am I? Well, reading my humbly submitted articles, you could be under the illusion that you know my very soul and psyche but bad luck mofo's, I'm deeper than a chasm and have more layers than a Russian in winter. Don't attempt to peel me - I'll make you cry. Unless you're a lady<*dv_0*>. I like ladies.
My days are spent taking care of a multinational utilities' cash. This I do with ease and I wile away the monotony thinking about all the good I could be doing. Helping the lepers in Calcutta, saving the trees in Brazil, chaining myself to JCB's but the reality is that shit is not going to get me new shoes or pay my mortgage so I'll leave it to some pierced, dreadlocked<*dv_4*> dole scrounger! In true teen fashion mag style here's the rest:-
Likes
<*dv_1*> Guitars, yoga and anything/everything remotely eccentric, ludicrous, strange, bizarre or downright deviant. You can't shock me.
Hates
<*dv_3*> Other's insecurity, small mindedness, inhibition, self esteem vampires, pickled onions, being asked why don't I drink, Text typing.
<*dv_2*> There. Is that enough for you? No? Tough titty. |
