________:personal ad-like selling area:________
I'm a SWM, thin, very thin, hard-working, fun-loving former poet (and not a very good one at that [either former or erstwhile]). I enjoy being incoherent, walks on the beach, sunshine on a lazy afternoon, being sensitive, and monster truck racing. I seem to have a personal magnetism for wombat references, and am the favourite person to call if you're trying to reach a wrong number.
Not many people believe that I am actually the guy responsible for that whole problem with the outbreak of revolutions in Europe in 1848 or so, which is good, because I'm not, really.
Though, all right, I admit that asking for Greek olives instead of the Spanish ones they were trying to force upon me in Madrid may have had a little to do with that Spanish revolt, but other than that I was fairly clear of blame.
Other than that, I stayed out of most major political struggles of the 1800s, especially after the row with the whole Habsburg incident and the events following soon thereafter. I had learned my lesson, which I guess could be considered another good quality of mine: I learn from my mistakes. Especially if the mistake involves large nations or nation-states.
Though relationally, one to one, I tend to catch on after a reasonable duration of transgression.
I never could turn my eyelids inside-out when I was a child, but I can learn, if that's one of your needs.
I'm looking for someone to feed me grapes.
Must be at least four foot seven.
I don't eat very much, I'm house-broken, and I like plants. Just on a Platonic level, though.
disclaimer:
Je voudrais des couches en cellulose.
We'd heard much about the infamous "yellow journalism," and had decided to strike out on our own in a kind of blue streak of yellow journalism, and wound up with personal adverts. Go figure.
We can almost certainly sort of promise that it more than likely won't happen again too often.
Yer Weekly Horoscopes. you're a star, baby.