Names Brandon, but everyone calls me Bugsy, guess you can to. I was born in 1873 in rural Prussia (Modern day Germany), where I worked for my father as a corpse collector for the first 13 years of my life. On my 14th birthday I was recruited for an apprenticeship as a slayer (Van Helsing'ing it, if your pickin up what Im putting down). I continued down this road til the middle of WWI. At which point as I was currently residing in Canada I went with my country men to fight in the trenches in the Canadian Military. This was a surprisingly uneventful period in my life. Due largely to the fact that I was the official Graboid hunter. Any idiot with even the barest understanding of the monster genealogy is aware that the common Graboid is sensitive to sound. So the Howitzers and other artillery drove them pretty far, pretty fast. This new wealth of free time was spent learning the noble art of Chia pet breeding, similar to raising pokemon, but not as much combat. I took my new green friends and moved to a small unnamed island in the Indian Ocean, where I lived in silence honing my various crafts, and mastering the art of "Whacking it" as the natives called it.
Im going crazy, thanks ladies!
Ill be the first to admit that Im kinda dumb. Ill admit that I don’t always know whats going on. That I’m an angry man, and that women confuse THE HELL outta me. I get clear signals, or what I think are clear signals. Maybe I just over think everything, am I the only person who likes saying it like it is? Hey you are attractive, hey I want to date you. Its infuriating, other people piss me off. Its not cause I don’t get what they are doing or what they are saying, just that I have trouble relating.
I’m just sitting around right now listening to music, writing makes me feel good. Even though I’m treating this like some sort of journal right now, and It makes me feel kind of like a chump. Oh well no one reads this garbage. Well I’m still working on my various plans, but I’m tired so I am getting bitchy and angry again.Going to go focus my chi. I hate this damn place, I have never had to work so hard to control my anger.
After re-reading this nonsense I have affirmed that I am indeed very scatterbrained. All over the board here…
First post…GFE! kids!
GFE!
Technically that is the acronym for “Girl Friend Experience” (fucking a whore without a condom), but in my twisted world it means “Get Fucking Excited!” Im pretty sure the ! is part of my acronym. Always present, like any of the other letters. The point is, read my blog…revel in it…enjoy it and comment on it. Even if your some sort of angry butt pipe who uses the internet to voice your rage ‘cause your to cowardly to have an opinion around other people. I’ll have an angry text battle with you.
So as this is the first post I’ll try to keep it sane. But knowing me, my job, and my life there will be some progressively posts as the night continues. When I figure out the pictures Ill start posting random crap.I wish I could draw, or was good with a camera to con more chumps/people to read my blog. You know, make it more interesting. As I don’t intend to advertise my blog until I feel it is well established.
I really have to get on figuring this out…
Currently: Watching Futurama, trying to fix a Diesel pump
