I'm Steven, but my friends like to call me Steven.
My favorite finish on a drumset would be Crimson Red Sparkled oozing blood graphics, over Black Glass Glitter.. over Tamo. Yeeaaaah. Sex.. in can.
I like playing with spiders and millipedes.
The all-time best reason to copulate with a drummer:
Getting blood on the skin makes it look that much cooler.
I drive a forklift in the Garden Center at the Polo Park Walmart... because I'm cool.
My house is haunted... but then it's apparently possible to be me that's haunted. Not the house.
I don't know how to swim.
I'm afraid of heights, but I love them just the same.
Nikki says I should be a racecar driver.
I have four piercings, total... for now, anyway. I also have a few tattie's in mind that I could possibly draw on paper to take in and possibly get an artist's rendition and a price quote. Whoop.
I take pride in smelling nice. I feel dirty if I smell gross, so I always smell myself. I like smelling goodish. Yeeaaahhh. And goldfish.
I'm really short, and I've got hairy legs. I also have biggish feet for my size (I'm like, 5'3" and I need size 10.5's. Yeouch). So, that either makes me a hobbit, or a tall midget. I assume I'm the latter, though. I've got wierd proportions, if you know what I mean. Eh? Eh? Eh?
..what, it's my head. Have you ever seen it? That thing's huge!
I used to be all fit and stuff. Not extremely muscular or anything, but I used to do quite the bit of running around, biking, just being active. But, since it's way too hot to run, and my bike got stolen, and I'm a pothead, I don't really do much of that anymore. I do a lot of walking though, I walk to work. Might as well enjoy it while it's not -300 outside. Daymn.
I consider myself to be a modern, clean hippie. I care for the environment, I never litter. I don't believe in violence (unless it's in the sack
), I'm all about self-expression and free love. I love nature; my favorite part of the year is when everything turns green and full, with blue sunny skies. Gorgeous. Northern lights in the winder if you're driving on a highway or something, that's always awe-inspiring. Ooo, oo, and storms. Love thunderstorms, and the idea of tornadoes and whatnot. I think I wanna be a stormchaser. That'd be rad.
I smoke pot. I stand for legalization of pot. I was going to leave my "beard" unshaven until it was legalized, but after a few months it gets really untidy, and I can't stand ill hygene. I'm not saying I'm clean-shaven - personally, I think I look like a goof when I'm without a mini-goatee and my baby-soft moustachey thing. That has nothing to do with pot. I like pot. I might be a pothead, but I'm not an irresponsible lazy-ass. I don't spend all my money on cheba. I don't sit around and smoke it all day. Well, I do some days... depends if I gotta do somthing or not that day. heh. I'd still go out and do what I had to do, though. I don't smoke during school, only after and on weekends. I don't peer pressure, but I always offer. And in case you're wondering, my favorite smoking utensil is the bong. They're bad-ass. I just got a new glass pipe, though. I'll call him... mushie. If you saw it, you'd understand why.
And always - ALWAYS - pass the dutchie on the left hand side.
I have shoes.
This is the quote-of-the-certain-amount-of-time-alotted-to-the-period-in-which-the-certain-quote-is-displayed:
Small minds discuss people. Average minds discuss events. Great minds... well, great minds discuss ideas.
PS - Fuck.






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