Notice that there is no picture of me anywhere here.
This page is much better off without a picture of me. Trust me.
Stuff about me:
Name: vince
Age: 17
Sex: yes...um, I mean...male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160lbs
Eyes: brown
Hair: black
Interests: GIRLS, cars, basketball, baseball, video games, computers, shiny objects (just kidding)
More stuff about me:
Address: 4777 Hollywood Blvd. Apt. 34C South Laguna, CA 90077 (yeah right, like I'd give my real address)
Hometown: Laguna Niguel, California
Favorite Baseball Team: L.A. Dodgers
Favorite Basketball Team(s): Chicago Bulls, L.A. Lakers
Favorite Football Team: San Francisco 49ers
Favorite drama TV shows: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", "Melrose Place"
Favorite comedy TV show: "Seinfeld"
Favorite talk shows: Jerry Springer, Howard Stern
Favorite infomercial: smart mop
Favorite music artist: Puff Daddy
Favorite songs: See my music page
Favorite movie: "Wild Things"
Favorite female celevrities: Click here
Favorite thing to do: sit at the computer all day working on this home page
(just kidding)
Another favorite thing to do: sit down and write stuff...I'm gonna be a screenplay writer someday...you'll see...
Favorite place in in my room: The most beautiful women in the universe wall (a.k.a. Victoria's Secret catalogs and CK ads) - trust me, you'll pay *a lot* to see it!
Favorite person: me
Favorite person besides me: a clone of me currently being developed at a laboratory
(just kidding...again)
Favorite car: BMW M3 convertible
Favorite article of clothing: Polo Sport boxers
Phrase most commonly used by me: "oh, d*mn, I broke it"
Phrase without profanity most commonly used: "WHATEVER..."
Something that never fails to scare me: crazy guys who carry intriguing conversations with themselves
The following was written on July 17, 1998. At this time, I was emotionally unstable (just slightly) and for some reason, I felt like spilling my guts out to total strangers (i.e. you). So if you've got the spare minute, just please bear with my overflow of emotion. Thank you.
What I like in a girl: near-perfect proportion, beautiful face with soft smooth skin (any color), strong character, friendly and even bubbly personality, proud and confident without being overly egotistical
What frustrates me concerning girls: When you're working (or in company) with a beautiful girl you're attracted to, but she shows no interest, and on top of that, she's having a bad day. You're trying your best to make her feel good, or at least bring the slightest little smile on her pretty face, but it seems all your effort is inevitably futile. There are long and awkward pauses in your conversation, only to be interrupted by a quick exchange of vague sentence fragments. You're not even looking forward to working with her anymore. =(
The following was written on October 7, 1998. At this time, I was emotionally unstable (again) and for some reason, I felt like spilling my guts out to total strangers (i.e. you...again). So if you've got another spare minute, just please bear with another one of my overflows of emotion. Thank you...again
There's one thing about guys (and probably girls, too) that leaves them in bitter frustration. It's that we all want things that are so unattainable, we can only dream about it. What's worse, though, is when you're finally slapped into the reality where you wouldn't ever be able to get with this girl...er, buy this car...or whatever, then you're all of a sudden put into this depressive mood that everyone knows is so not cool, especially for the people around you. Most guys have to admit that they go walking around and stuff acting like they're the shit and when they ask out a girl they've been stalking...er, pursuing, and they get rejected, that really hurts and it makes you want to cry. Admit it, people!
Okay, I'm done.
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