Yeah... So... I'm sorta weird. I hate rules and sh*tlike that. I kinda do my own thing. Working for other people blows. Especially when they're stupid. I pretty much decided not to do that anymore after 9 years in the army. People who tell you what to do are ass holes. **** them.
In any case, yeah, the army was ok. Saw some cool stuff... Hung out with a bunch of really angry people that liked to yell a lot for no reason all the time. That was less than awesome more than half of the time. It was OK I guess. What's really cool about it is I'm done now and I paid off my house with some really kick ass tax payer's money and now I get paid to a really amazingly expensive school.
Oh-keee doh-kay... on the some more shiza about me... I suppose...
I have an appreciation for art. I love designing and making things. My main area is ceramics. I basically make stuff outta really sticky dirt and get paid for it. People sure are dumb sometimes.... I sure am smart sometimes. I get to do grown up play-doh all day long and its actually a job that I live off of. How awesome is that? I can make kick ass pots on the wheel or I can sculpt and hand build too. I attend school at CCS(college for creative studies) in Dt. Detroit and am a ceramics major.
My goal is to turn my home into a ceramic sculpture/pottery studio and work from home. I'm not a 9-5 person in the slightest. Mornings suck and they need to die. Don't worry. My stuff sells and I've been 100% self sufficient in the dollar area of the spectrum for at least 12 years now. I'm not rich. I don't really care if I get rich. It'd be nice though. I had to watch all the rich sh*theads in high school drive mustangs and sh*twhile I took the bus... So if my kids fly helicopters to school that'd be some pretty killer revenge. Who knows?
Oh... another goal... its not really a goal I suppose... more of a bucket list sorta deal... but yeah, I'd also REEEEAAAALLLY like to blow the 'Riiiicolaaaaaaaah' horn on top of Pike's Peak before I'm dead. That'd rule. (you know, the cough drop commercial from a really long time ago)
So, if you know about astrology then you know what a pisces dude is. That's me. Relaxed and easy going for sure. Basically if you whine about dumb crap that doesn't matter its kind of a given that I'm going to think you suck. Why do people do that?
I want to find someone into art and nature. I kinda wish I'd been born into some weird tribe with lip discs. That way I'd know how to dance and wouldn't feel so self conscious. Plus the girls don't usually care about hiding their boobs and I really enjoy those things.
I'm iffy on online dating. Seems like most (or all) of you are probably crazy. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I'm totally sexy and amazing enough to get a real normal girl to date me. But, I've come to realize that limiting myself in anyway shape or form is kinda stupid. Cuz, hey, you really never can tell. One of you bat sh*tcrazy womenz just may be my soul mate.
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
So long as I can actually hear what you're saying with out having to scream across a table I really don't care.
Belle Isle Conservatory?