God gave me an L in the form of a tumor in my pituitary gland. I am vulgar, depressed, anxious, and irritable. These traits are as hard on my family as they are on me. I play this game inconsistently. I am bad at PMs.

I love house plants. I love gardening. Wolves have always fascinated me. I am one of those crazy hippie people who cooks for their dog. I own a guitar, but I finger it like a clumsy high-school boy, so I dont yet play. I love being outside. I hate the cold. I read my few books until they dog-ear and fall apart. Several bear the childhood scars of ketchup or hot chocolate spills.

I am a social smoker and love learning new things. Send me your interesting rants, detailed stories, or vents. I might respond. I might just read it. Who knows?