2:14PM on a Sunday.
This is me, I am George. I've been on this rock almost 23 years and still thinking in childish terms. I am a terrible poet, and a lazy writer. I plan on going back to college to try and salvage my pitiful existence; although this is not the only thing one could do to get where one wishes in life, I believe it is the only thing that will get me excited enough to get my mind working again. I rarely get excited, and when I do they are fleeting moments gone all too soon.
So I guess what I mean to say is I am an aspiring writer, albeit a lazy talentless one. I am constantly reading, and I must confess, I have read only two of Palahniuk's books. [I][U]Choke[/U][/I] was passed along to me from a friend and I enjoyed it immensely; three weeks or so gone by I saw [I][U]Rant[/U][/I] in the new fiction and picked up a copy which I finished within 2 weeks - quite pleasurable, especially on the second read; unfortunately it is amidst the rest of the forgotten luggage in some Greyhound terminal in some state somewhere. It is certainly not in New York where it should be. I plan on exploring the rest of Palahniuk's work. If you would like to lend a suggestion I would be appreciative; I spend most of my time reading [I]the classics[/I], which is to say [I]old[/I] books. Cherished authors would include Hermann Hesse, Friedrich Nietzsche, George Orwell, Alexandre Dumas, James Clavell, Stephen King, etc..
Now, I was promised kisses.