I'm unconventionally Christian, about 5'8, I have blue eyes, soft/warm hands and obscenely long blackish hair. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm overweight, I'm starting to get grey hairs, and my life isn't necessarily what most people would call ideal. But I'm smart, funny and can always use some fun and companionship in my life. I like music (seriously, I'm a french horn player/instructor and Interning Band Director. Not to mention an avid Symphonic Band supporter), art, being outside, swimming, movies, technology, the internet, and sexual ambiguity.
I'm a rapidly aging, urbanite webmaster. I'm a radical, revolutionary, leftie, liberal, non-conformist filthy-commie (not really, but it's some people's perception). I'm an emotional idiot, a wise-a**, a writer, a photographer, a beat-maker and record-spinner who stays up all night, smells pretty and attempts to live life as it comes. I've been called a lot of things; humble, brilliant, arrogant, intelligent, cute, fat, lazy, oblivious, inconsiderate, beautiful, selfish, artistic, intellectual, talented, weird, sweet, supportive, loving, sexy, freakish, a loser, a lover, a hater, an elitist, "the best," crazy, funny, "what's wrong with America," "a f-cking piece of sh-t", an a*****e, and even the "mean champion to the stars, the surly bedreaded one," whatever that means.
Until recently I was a terminally un-hip looking hipster. I've always had an interest in fashion, an eye for putting together outfits, and a flair for style. But being a large-framed individual on a increasingly miniscule budget just wasn't conducive to dressing like I gave a damn. With a slight decrease in size and a slight increase in budget I've managed to get my own look back on track. I'm still comfortable, and I haven't been able to step up my thread game to the level I'd like, but I'm looking far sexier than I have in the recent past, and I'm at least able to dress something like I want to.
I am not "laid back," "easy going," "down to earth" or any of the other phrases people use who have no real interests or understanding about who or what they really are.
My likes and interests include - Music, records, old records, record stores, making beats (via GarageBand), books, guitar playing, jamming, movies, television, piano improv, clubbing, writing, computers, the interweb, my iPod, Erin Luyster, taking pictures, concerts, narcissism, fashion, making fun of people on Gaia, being on Gaia, shopping, Diet Dr Pepper, Lipton Green Tea, cranapple juice, distilled water, peanut M&M's, going to the zoo, going out with my buddies, long drives, frozen Snickers bars, air conditioning, getting high, showers, smelling good, hanging out, staying up all night, sleeping the day away, getting up far too early, eating semi-healthy, cuddling, intentionally unintentional homoeroticism, making up new slang, liberation, sexual ambiguity, manatees, pandas, extra terrestrials, snacky cakes, smartassery, marching band and the fine art of the French Horn!
SAYS THE SAME
HE TELLS ME.
"KAYSE, UR LIKE A RABBIT. YOU WILL BE POPPING OUT A FRESH BAYBEH EVERY SINGLE NINE MONTHS."
AND I'M LIKE.
"LOL U ACTUALLY THINK I'LL EVER GET LAID?"
AND THEN IT GETS ALL SILENT.
I LOL'D SO HARD IN THE GAME.
BECAUSE I MADE A MALE CHARACTER.
HE KINDA LOOKS LIKE BEAST FROM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
WITH AN EYEPATCH.
AND MY FRIEND AND I WENT ON THIS HUNT FOR A WIFE THAT LOOKED LIKE BELLE LOL.
AND IN THE END.
WE ENDED UP SLAUGHTERING THE ENTIRE TOWN AND HAD ONE BABY NAMED KETCHUP.