D-Rock   Toronto   349 days till my birthday.
Son of a preacher man

I IS:

a 27 year old fuddy duddy.

a heavily tattooed boy. Most of the work was complimentary, thanks to an old job at Splash of Color in East Lansing, MI.

a German-born, Detroit-raised Torontonian on a mission to put the neighbour back in the hood. I consider myself blessed to live amidst this city's homeless, addicts and sexual deviants—just like Jesus did.

a bit of an OCD freak. I label my socks with Ls and Rs, because otherwise the socks just end up all floppy and messed up at the end. Sock memory is real and I respect it.

a fairly early riser, waking up at 7:40 every single day and taking naps pretty much every afternoon. Some days I take a nap around 10:00 am and then again in the afternoon. I like to call those days Saturday.

seemingly the only person older than 12 who doesn't own a cell phone.

a somewhat well educated guy who would much rather watch Seinfeld than read a book. The more I learn, the more I believe we cannot put our trust in anything this world has to offer.

more than anything else, a lover of Jesus. He's what the kids would call Awesome. Feel free to talk to me about Him.

Seinfeld Forum

Cool
You know it
You know it
Yessir
Yessir


Mapped out
with a map in the back
 



Mod-Tracker
Life

New hat: for my new town
Metal

Pulverizing: my face
Pigment

Old School: for my moms
ZZZ
2009/11/17 10:01

I am so tired today. Like every day, I suppose. I'm struggling to stay up in class. It's good stuff, it's just that I've been up for over four hours now; after two to three hours I'm ready for a nap. This is definitely pushing it.

Float on
2009/11/14 15:10

Watching Hope Floats on a Saturday afternoon. Justin Matese is about to make his move. Go get em cowboy. His take on the American Dream is a classic.

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20 years
2009/11/09 21 (0)F-LINK: zjatev7-: Jawohl!**

Propositioned
2009/11/08 18:33

I'm wearing 2XL sweats and a 2XL long sleeved t-shirt walking through the neighbourhood; I am the epitome of fashion. A young lady somewhat stumbles towards me with a beer bottle in hand:

"Hey, sexy."

"Haha, what's up?"

"What you up to tonight?"

"Depends, why you asking?"

"I'm looking for fun."

"Oh, I don't do fun..."

Not that kind of fun, anyway (2)

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