About Me

Whoever is reading this. Damn, girl/boy/he/she/we/wumbo, you're just like my mom: Disappointed in my every action as I grovel for your approval. The name's James, but just call me whatever. I'm not the greatest at talking, nor am I somebody who's great to talk to. I'm basically the last piece of bread in a loaf (although that's my favourite piece.) I sleep with my socks on, so deal with it. I play drums, so I can tell you first-hand that drummers DO NOT get the girls. We just get social anxiety and left behind. I'm well aware that while people seemingly enjoy physically spending time with me, I have many flaws. My biggest being that my own happiness largely comes from making others happy. This makes it less than ideal for me to be alone. I'm usually pretty sarcastic and lighthearted in the way I carry myself, seemingly never serious until need be. Even in horrid circumstances I try to keep the mood up, because it's hard to be sad when you have a real smile on your face. If you would like to know anything about me, or just chat, message me. I don't bite I'll just leave some random stuff here that may or may not upset you. If you can send your unvaccinated kid to school, I can send mine with a handgun. If you "only talk to tall guys with money and big willys" then I can state my personal preferences without you being a self-centered entitled bitch. I love today's double standards. If your idea of feminism is belittling men to give power to the female gender, then you're no better than the "white misogynistic pig" 'oppressing' you. You don't need your false ideal of equality with your unsupported untrue 'facts', you need a few extra braincells. You make money by selling nudes? You "need a sugar daddy"? No bitch, your broke ass needs a J O B. If I take you on a date, the first one is on me. But the dates after that, you get to leave the 50% tip. Unless our waiter was lackluster, then they only get 20%. If you excpect me to pay the bills, then I expect you to follow the shopping list. Then we'll split the chores. If we have a kid and they act up, best believe I'm beating the hell out of them. Most kids nowadays don't get enough beatings, now they're Juuling in middle school bathrooms and cussing in front of their grandma's. I'm not paying for a king sized mattress, a queen will be just fine for two people. Your kid is allergic to peanut butter? Don't tell me not to give my kid PB&J sandwiches, tell your kid to pick different friends. The world doesn't revolve around your kid. My momma always told me, "if she wants to act like a man then she can get treated like a man", so I won't feel guilty when I hit back if a girl punches me. I hurt your feelings with my views or opinions? Here's my apology: Get over it or stay mad.

Favourite Music

Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Jazz Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal Slam metal 10hoursofambientsleepmusic Deathcore Goregrind Grindcore Allstar by Smashmouth The entirety of the Shrek series soundtrack Snarky Puppy Traitors Pathology Begging for Incest Extermination Dismemberment Infant Annihilator Rings of Saturn Brain Drill Cattle Decapitation Aborted Kraanium Cytotoxin Abominable Putridity Acranius Analepsy Guttural Slug Waking the Cadaver Skinless Jungle Rot Exhumed Oceano

Favourite Films / TV / Books

Deadass? I love watching romantic movies. My favourite has the be The Space Between Us. Had me crying in the theatre. Also, any comedy movie. I enjoy a good laugh. The Fablehaven series. Then again, I never learned how to read or write so I can't answer this.

Education / Occupation

High school graduate. Shoulda dropped out and became a shitty soundcloud rapper.

Who I'd Like To Meet

Myself from the future Friedrich Nietzsche Adolf Hitler (I have my reasons) Josef Mengele Anybody who cared enough to read this far

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