About me

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I was born in Sun Valley, California. Made my way through all kinds of learning institutions and eventually graduated with a degree (surprised? Me too!) But basically, I'm Christopher, but my friends call me Chris. My friends aren't very creative and I realize I am not throwing you all for a loop with some creative way of expressing my aspirations and dreams .. but whatever you'll deal. I'm a huge dork...literally. I have an absurdist sense of humor that no one ever seems to get. Not to mention my denunciation of machismo gets me labeled a homosexual..... Over it. I'm going back to school some day to major in philosophy, psychology, and sociology (the works), because, apparently, I am completely averse to ever having money. I'm a natural student who isn't currently learning anything....I could not be more miserable. I think way too much. I have way too much to say. I'm completely broke and live with my mom occasionally, laugh all you want... I do. I have this rare form of mental illness that causes me to have respect for women. Your mind will get you a lot further with me than the sequence of your nucleic acids or how many muscles you can work out on one arm in 5 min.. not interested... I write terrible, convoluted poetry. I have a benign but omnipresent fascination with love and relationships that contradicts my bittersweet hatred for them both. Been burned way too many times to care. A few Caveats though: If you want to tell me I'm hot/hawt/ugly/fat/stupid/boring/the biggest douche nozzle you've ever met/whatever - your just another poser with no ambition and a complete lack of respect for individualism... I'm over you. Please remember the apostrophe (particularly when followed by 're') is one of the greatest advancements in literary history. I can handle the "lol idk jk imo g2g omfgroftlzxcack" etc. but "your gay" just really chaps my scrote, ok? And please, please *~DoN't Do ThIs~* Also: I swear to god if anyone leaves me "clown love" ever again, I'm going to find you, disembowel you and use either your spleen or your liver (haven't decided yet) to play hackey sack with this group of hippies who hang out at the Cheveron down the street from me.. Nothing could be less scary then a freakin clown, unless you have coulrophobia. While I'm sure they're quite wicked and all, grown men in face paint are always pretty scary. But you kids piss me off. In conclusion eat me. Welcome to my page. =)