Dear Sweet Children of The World,
Good Day and Good Morning. Welcome to this pink pasture of mine. Plenty and pink, and filled with endless rolling hills of my day to day. Those of you returning, thank you for coming back to see me. You have been missed. To those coming for the first time, well, sit back and enjoy my life. I can't promise it's all that interesting, but from tiem to time I have my moments. For now though, here is a bit of information on who I am, where I am, and why I'm here.
My name is Jōsh, but most call me Krystofer K. I'm a desert dwelling spirit of the coffee-loving sort. I reside in the middle of the great firebird city, and can best be described as a wise-fool with too much time on his hands. I write poetry but could never be pretentious enough to call myself a poet. I perform when I have the chance, but not nearly as often as I'd like to.
As for my personality, I'm a shy young thing. I am a kitten in a field of cats, a quiet child who bears the stings and arrows of outrageous fortunes only so long. Most people either love or hate me. There are few who live in that grey space when it comes to liking me.
I once asked a few of my friends to give commentary to describe me in twenty-five words or less to a potential suitor. Their responses were varied.
So there you have it from people who know me both on LJ and otherwheres. If you'd like to know more, leave me a comment, and I'll add you if you like. Though I'll warn you -- I'm not exactly politically correct or otherwise interesting.
Love, Jōsh Krystofer.
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