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About Q

I'm 28 years old. I tend to share the viewpoints of those far past my own time. I wish I could speak another language, other than the few sentences I know in French. Je suis un squelette de l'enfer. I consider myself lucky, but will continue to complain that the world owes me. I breathe oxygen and often fire. A wizard of the word, I tend to look down upon those who cannot. I consider myself agnostic because I have no clue and proof means fact to me. On a desert island, I'd take the White Album. In Vegas, I'd take Sinatra. I miss New York City, but only spent 3 days there. I miss Chicago and only spent two drunken days and a single hazy evening. I miss Indianapolis because I called it home. I stray from the pride of my hometown and scoff at the cesspool which I currently call mon maison. I'm in love with a girl whose beauty knows no bounds and whose personality could be considered a weapon. Despite everything written above, I consider myself sensible and, were logic a cereal, I'd eat it every morning with 2% milk.