I don't know what to write about myself. I like football, my car, pizza, my dogs, coffee, and boys with long hair, tattoos and piercings.



Unfortunately, everything I like in the physical department will some day fade. Your hair will fall out, the tattoos on your arms (or chest or back or neck or whatever interesting place you've been willing to bear to some ink slinger for 100 bucks an hour) will sag and inadvertently be distorted... so it's kind of important you have a personality and sense of humor too.



I personally like to laugh when people fall down. I gawk and point at super obese people or weird looking people. My mother has almost refused to take my brother and I anywhere because we're so "mean". But it's not mean if the person you're making fun of doesn't hear it, right?



I'm an offensive driver, and thats fun. If someone is driving like an ass, I'll block them out or box them in, then laugh. They deserve it, and really kind of asked for it. If they're weaving across 5 lanes of traffic without the slightest thought for others safety, all the while only getting 3 car lengths farther than they would have been if they'd just stayed behind me - where they belong - then yeah... it becomes a game to me.



I'm a psycho magnet... and not usually the fun kind of psychos. I want to break that trend. I'm kind of crazy - but its a fun crazy, like the driving thing.



Please, no people who are squeamish, might have heart trouble or get motion sickness. Or hang desperately onto those 'oh shit' handles in cars. My car doesn't have those.



I'm kind of tall for a chick, so you need to be taller than me so I can wear my cool shoes and not tower over you. Midgets scare me, and I don't want you to appear to be a midget if I put on my platform boots. I might be tempted to punt you across the room.



I hate jealousy. If you're a crazy jealous type, or super clingy slash possessive slash whiny slash needy person (in other words, a bitch) then skip right over me. I'm SO done with the drama.



If at any point you have had the desire, or think you may one day have the desire, to wear womens underwear (mine or some you may have bought for yourself) then please, don't reply to me. I've had 2 in a row that have worn womens underwear, one slept in a pair of mine - and these guys weren't even from Craigs List!



If you're the type of guy that might one day guest star on Datelines: To Catch a Predator (love that show, but don't want to date those people) then skip over me, for the love of all things Holy.



If after all that you still want to reply (or you laughed at least once), you're either as crazy as I am, or you have a wicked cool sense of humor.



Don't you hate people who dont know the difference in 'since' and 'sense'?



anyway, I just might wanna hear from you.



Make me laugh, send a pic or a myspace link, and I'll do the same - if you're not scary.



My positive attributes:



I am THE Guitar Hero.