That there is me. Thirty two, homo, tattooed. I could have posted a better picture of the jerk that maintains this blog, something that passes the qualifications of a good Photoshopping, but I gather this will answer. Why, nothing says personality more than a stolen shot, now is there? It captures the real vibe, the natural whatever, the gay core at it's most vulnerable. It's the best, oh yes. And, for the life of me, I don't know how to fucking Photoshop. I don't know how to forget, either. Here's to that. And why am I posting this now? I don't know. Call it a spur of the moment kind of plan, whatever.
That picture was taken in his natural habitat, which is a drinking session. And there I am, captured unawares with a Marlboro Lights in hand, problems stewing in my head as I am waiting for my shot. We were getting plastered on gin, I remember, and I was seated next to one of my better punk friends. He's getting thinner and thinner each time I see him. I think he's high on something, but I don't give a shit. What's the matter, men? Talk to me. We're on the same boat, he screwed both of us big time! I love my friends. Seriously. I have work the next morning, but I... whatever. They all rock. Talk to me, will you? We used to have fun. Help me?
Anyway, this here's the fag that maintains this blog. Why now? Why not. I mean, seriously, why the hell not. Ask him anything. Questions about tattoos, however, will be gladly entertained with better details. Questions about love, life, organized religion, and your future are addressed by the Otherwise School of Logic. As in Otherwise, expect a great deal of dicking. It will be polite, it will try to have substance, but it will be dicking nonetheless. Don't act surprised. He's been trying to be funny for five years now. And he's giving that Trust thing another go, but guess the hell what?
Oh. If you want to know what a Math graduate looks like, then that there's your answer. Yes. Well, some of them, at least. That there is me, and this here is me, in my most pointless limerick-y mosey-ing. Why! What is this most brilliant shit that I just wrote? And why am I having fun, pray tell? Can you tell I'm faking it, too?
Anyway, hello you. Welcome to my blog. That there is me, Keep dropping by, will you? Will you please? How about a picture of my tits to keep your attention?