About Me
I live with my beautiful girlfriend of two years and our two rambunctious, temperamental kitties. We live in an abundantly sized one-bedroom apartment. The paint is cracking on the ceiling in the bathroom and the front of our silverware drawer has come off. The place is old, crumbly and liable to completely collapse with each fart I make, but it’s livable. In May of 2009, I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English from MUW.
I have been working at a record store in the mall since my freshman year in college. Ironically, I try to live as non-materialistically as possible, but it comes off as hypocritical with me having to promote the purchase of unnecessary goodies like CDs, DVDs and t-shirts with your favorite band’s logo on it. Dealing with the general public can become a nuisance, but at least I don’t have to do lethal injections to earn my keep. Other than work, self-loathing takes up a considerable amount of the day, so I write short stories, poetry and hip-hop/electronic beats in the moments between lethargic activities in order to keep my mind fresh. These creative aspects of my life are also done so that I can remind myself that they too will perish and be forgotten as well.
I can be frequently seen reading a book/comic book or listening to music while eating a large bowl of Frosted Flakes. My girlfriend and I don’t watch a lot of television because we can’t, considering that we recently decided to get our cable cut off. Netflix and the Internet make up for TV. The gym card on my keychain has been neglected as of late, due to the slow, yet relentless invasion of sugary pastries and sleepy-time during the early morning hours.
I don’t drink, but I used to. I don’t smoke, because I never did. This year, coffee has become a mainstay in my life. I average two to three cups a day, with each cup containing two teaspoons of sugar and a two second pour of half-and-half. A pair of jeans used to be my choice for lower-half covering, but I have been wearing the same pair of seersucker shorts since July of last year (with intermittent washings, of course). The contacts in my eyes are always drying out too quickly.
Grad school is on the horizon. My attendance is (hopefully) being slated for the fall of 2010. That will give me just enough time to get a masters degree before the giant, stone Mayan calendar cut from an asteroid by use of space lasers collides with Earth in 2012, killing us all. At least, that’s what I’ve read somewhere.
