I think the easiest thing to do, the easiest place to start, is by asking how I would describe myself to others–physically, mentally, spiritually, the whole magilla.
Who, me? Uh, well, I'm like 5', somewhere north of 150lbs but I don't know what. Both are traceable to the X-Linked Hypophosphatemic Rickets (XLH), the former directly the second indirectly. Being mulatto I look black at a glance. Have black hair (racially and in colour). Hmmm...my hair goes from shorn to totally messy. I'd rather not discuss my mouth, but my legs are both littered with scars. In a little more physical detail; my eyes are brown, my nose is broad, and my hands are large. Different people say my feet are either huge or small. My fingernails always need cutting, toenails are thick, and ears? By god my ears are always in need of a q-tip. That's about the long and short of me physically.
I've been an Atheist since the question of the existence of a god even popped into my head. This, believe it or not, was around the age 7 and I swear happened on Easter. Only recently have I started to become vocal about it.
Lesse, lesse. I'm an admitted giant loser. Even a bit proud of it. Comic books nearly every week–especially DC, big ol' DC mark–even going to a comic book club discussion meeting whenever I can (shocking how busy I am on the last Sunday of a month considering I never do anything). Combined with the comics, I'm a life long pro rasslin' fan, though I've had to stop watching (new) WWE television for the past month or two. TNA is good though. I watch entirely too much television and have way too many DVDs, both legal and not. It's common to find me deciding to marathon a season (or more) of any single TV series.
Just recently it has come to my attention that love exists and I am in it. The girlfriend lives an entire planet away...for now... For now.
Despite that happiness, I often find myself hating my life. Hating the fact that the XLH causes me to be in constant pain. That it precludes me from most jobs. In a few months I'll re-start doing what I've done for the last two years: work from home job with the IRS wherein I take people's orders for tax forms and books. Nothing makes you depressed about the state of humanity than talking to the general public. No joke. Were it at all possible I've had numerous small business type ideas. Things I'm fairly certain would work. Including my favourite fantasy of all time: owning a used bookstore. Problem is, it's not. Anyway, this all leads to the fact that I still live "at home" at 27, with little chance of leaving. Being in such proximity to so much family (+ sister, + 3-year-old nephew) naturally means I want to strangle the lot of them quite often.
My favourite place in the world is Brookfield Zoo. Constantly ranked as one of the best in the country (if not the world). Suckily enough it's currently undergoing quite a bit of construction so a large chunk of it is blocked off so they can set up a new bear(?) enclosure. Also a big fan of the Shedd Aquarium. Just a lovely place. Also recently undergone/currently undergoing some construction. It's a bad season to lounge in the city.
But that's off-track. I've run out of things to say about me.
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