I'm dashing and daring, courageous and caring, faithful and friendly with stories to share.
On through the forest I sing out in chorus, marching along as my song fills the air!
Seriously, though, I'm 33, playful, unrelentingly cute, sports fan, strategy and simulation gamer, creative writer, accounting student (graduating in 2012), and one of the few people you'll meet who has very little pretension in his mind.
I also live in a place that the last girl who was here a few nights ago complained looked like an army barracks and that I didn't look like I was even "at home". She said "you live in a box that you sleep and keep your stuff in. This place needs to feel like home."
Of course, I'm autistic, so *whoosh* over my head that went. And, for that matter, over hers that I'm content to have a box to keep my stuff in, a bed to sleep on, and a computer desk. I could live in an apartment half this size (it's a 625 sq. ft. one-bedroom) and not feel cramped. Hell, I could probably live in a walk-in closet if you stuck a navy cot on one wall and there was enough room for a small computer desk on the other.