Hey folks. This is me.
- I was born in 1971. You do the math.
- I coordinate Internet content for a Canadian TV/Phone/Internet provider.
- I’m Canadian, in case you missed that part.
- I’ve had journals and blogs on the web since 1997.
- I’m nearly divorced.
- I live with my girlfriend and step-daughter.
- She calls me Daddy Phil.
- I rather be just Daddy, but her biodaddy won’t go away.
- I think I’m funny.
- I know three jokes that no one else ever knows.
- One of them takes ten minutes to tell.
- I can stretch it to a half hour if need be.
- I’m an incorrigible flirt.
- My girlfriend is okay with it.
- It’s how we met.
- I’m also a very tactile person. I like to touch the people I’m with.
- Not grope. I save that for private.
- Semi-private, anyway.
- I’m a monogamous, white, mostly-Christian man.
- I’m fully accepting of whatever you are, so long as no one’s getting hurt.
- Unless that’s what you are into.
- I recommend not having visible bruises though.
- I have enough gay/lesbian/transsexual friends that I’ve been dubbed a ‘fruit fly’.
- I have a ruptured disk in my back.
- I spent six months on so much medication for it that I was barely coherent.
- I have a sweet-ass pharmacy in my bathroom cabinet now though.
- I hate peas.
- I will pick through soup/fried rice/stew/whatever to ensure that I don’t eat a single one.
- I’ve hated them ever since I was a newborn, when I first gagged at the taste of mushed peas.
- Not really into corn either.
- I mean, I like it hot on the cob, and ground up into tortillas and stuff. Just not any other way.
- Creamed corn looks like snot. Just saying.
- I may or may not add more things to this list. THE SUSPENSE.
Reach me at zab AT telus DOT net.
