where to begin?

I’m a good person.  Not great.  Not supercompassionate.  Just decent.

I would say I’m a walkin’ talkin’ paradox.  For example, I enjoy very much a pb and j sandwich.

However, I hate nuts.  hate peanuts.  all and every kind o’ nut.

how does one describe oneself with modesty I say…

i’m incredibly witty, devastatingly handsome, tall, dark hair, awesome blue-green eyed studmuffin.

(note:  the above was heavily edited and rewrited by the missus, yes, ladies i’m in fact married.  I know can you believe it?)

the gist of the above is true.

i’m caucasian, which is an odd word really.  You never hear anyone ever say, “yes, i’m caucasian” or “that guy who robbed the liquor store was a caucasian fellow…”  People say white or black, every other color when you think of it is too racist really.  Red and yellow, are off-limits for obvious rteasons and brown is kinda non-descript nowadays.  brown could be anywhere from black to spanish to a whiteboy with a tan.  My arms are kinda, sorts brown-ish, am I brown?  probably not.  i’m just another white boy in a sea of white people…

sometimes i wish i was a “person of color”.

i’m a person of little color or colorless person.  Thanks alot for that grandma and grandpa.  One set was from Ireland.  That’s as non-colored or colorless as it gets, man.  We’re like bleached white.  Like the whole freakin’ bottle o’ bleach fell into the washing machine when God was created us…

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