I'm twenty-eight years old. You can tell a bit about me by the pictures but I'll fill in details anyway. I'm five foot eleven inches, one hundred fifty pounds. I have dirty blond hair, green eyes, a light complexion, and a slim build.
I was born in Kansas City, Kansas. I was raised for about nine years in Kansas City, Missouri, and another nine in central Missouri, near the Ozark and Truman reservoirs. My family was interesting, if not perfect.
I was raised to believe in a lot of things that most people may believe these days, but don't practice. I consider myself a decent individual, with high standards, and moderate goals for life. I would have to say my worst traits are procrastination, possessiveness, and my need for appreciation, not to be confused with a need for attention.
I have moved on with my life. I have a pretty good idea now of what that means. It’s been tough, and it’s not over yet. In any event, I look forward to making more friends and doing things that I haven't had the opportunity to try in the past.
You might say I am an average Joe. Unfortunately, I don't believe in average.
I have done things in the past few years I could not imagine myself doing. I have seen things that amaze me. I have experienced feelings and thoughts that I’ve never had, or that I had thought were gone forever. I live, and I love it. I have gained more now than I have lost. I have more brothers and sisters. I have new enemies. I look past the facades and accept things for what they are. I amuse myself not with the pain of others, but with the pain they inflict on themselves. I am a student of sociology, not by classes, but through my observations of others. Most importantly, I learn as much of myself as I learn of others by this.