I'm incredibly sarcastic, I loathe talking on the phone, I've got eleven massive fears, but I wouldn't exactly call them phobias. I'm constantly paranoid, I have ace friends, I drink too much, I talk too loud, most people hate me. at times I feel like a spaceman that can't get high. I'm dirty and destructive; messy and unorganized. I've started living life how I want to, not according to someone else's rules. sometimes I'm too apathetic, or too sympathetic. I'd love to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals. and I can't help you unless you want help. I live, I love, I rock.
Oh, and the name's Ennie, kid.