CLiCk SHoW cOMmENT To GO On AN AdVENtURE!!
Wait
That's not right..



I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for butthurt, I can tell you I don't have any anger towards you. But what I do have is love and tolerance; love and tolerance I have acquired as a brony. Love and tolerance that makes me immune to people like you. If you stop hating on our fandom now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will hug you until you love us. /)O3O(\


You think I'm gonna spill my guts for you just cuz you clicked a button? Is that it? Well, that's fine by me. Buckle up kiddo, this is gonna be a bumpy ride...

First of all, I was born July 24th, making me a Leo. I'm not one for astrology but I do like cats. Anywho, I was born in Antioch, moved to Washington after my folks split up. Pops was abusive, mom made a break for it. Grew up in a little town south of Seattle no one can pronounce. When I was 13, my mom and I had to move in with my grandparents, who were abusive addicts. One was on pills, the other drank. My school was in another city, and there was no car. That meant waking up at 4 in the morning to catch three busses to school, then getting three different busses to get home by around [s]21:30[/s] 9:30pm. Long story short, just about made myself a Clorox cocktail, but then I heard this play on the Dish electro music channel. Been on the EDM train ever since. This song intoduced me to Francis, who shortly became my best friend. He told me about TF2, and now here I am, not dead, but I definitely don't have a life. Oh well. Win some lose some, eh? (By the way, should someone read this, don't trip. That was just a rough patch. It's just a chapter in my story now, so life's good. Just goes to show, what doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.) In the meantime though, I'm still trying to find my way in the world. I thought I wanted to make video games, but the idea of turning my favorite pasttime into work just seems.. wrong. Nowadays, system administration seems to be calling my name. Either that or network engineer. Something in IT. Now if only I had a Satellite Jill...

If you want to know anything else, just shoot me a message. I don't bite. Unless yer into that. ;3

If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do?
Hit me up with the answer to that question. I'm curious.

There's too much music I haven't heard yet, this is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. >:/


On second thought, writing all that was totally unnecessary. But now that it's there, I'm okay with it. It feels good to vent I guess. Not like anyone reads this ♥♥♥♥ anyways. That being said, maybe someone has. Hello, someone! If you actually read this, congrats! You now know more about me than.. just about anyone else. Hope I didn't scare you off. ;P If I didn't, awesome, way to stick around! If I did though.. ♥♥♥♥ you. You aren't reading this anyways, so what do I care?