May 25, 2003 02:04
I love to travel, which is one reason I love my job. I am on the road about one week out of the month. I enjoy listening to books on tape during my 45 minute [one way] commute to and from the office. I love the adrenaline rush of being on a call at the fire department. Adrenaline is one of my other drugs. I am a big history buff so not only do I read a lot of biographies and history books but I also love traveling to historical places. I am fortunate to live in an area that is surrounded by history. I am the type of guy who surfs the Internet not for porn, but for history sites (ok maybe porn too). I have a very vivid imagination and I would love to write the great American novel. My problem is that I don’t know how to type and I am not very patient. I need to find someone to whom I can dictate a story.
The attention of an interesting woman makes me happy. The mastery of a task [either at work or the fire department] makes me happy. Being surrounded by luxury makes me happy. Being mentally transported to a different time either through a book or a history interpreter makes me happy. Music makes me happy. Food makes me happy. Sex and porn make me happy. Making a positive difference in other people’s lives makes me happy. The little pink pill makes me happy. There are probably other things that make me happy but I can’t think of them right now.
food,
work,
travel,
porn,
fire department,
blow jobs,
sex,
restaurants,
books