I'm a fun loving guy who likes to joke around about everything. I am very sarcastic. I procrastinate but get shit done, and done right. I am a firm believer in working hard but playing harder. If not, then I question your sanity. You live once, enjoy it. I don't trust a man who doesn't drink. I don't trust people who treat their mothers bad. I'm back at school after a 6 year hiatus in the professional world. I am graduating from Emerson College this December with a degree in Broadcast Journalism and a 3.8 gpa. Yeah, the 4.0 slipped away... I've been bartending for about 4 years now, first at the now closed Sophia's and now in Downtown Crossing. I've been told I'm a great conversationalist and can talk to you about pretty much anything. I am full of those random factoids that make you a force in trivial pursuit. I'm silly, persistent, get bored easily, do 5 things at once, and love to learn new things.

I'm not a bitter person at all but there are things in this world that annoy me, like- I hate fake people. I hate people who jump on the subway before people get out. I hate smelly people. I hate ignorant and racist people- seriously what's the point? I hate people who go to a bar and ask for more liquor than soda, or a stiff drink. Give me more tip than lip and we can talk. I hate people who use those Nextel two way phones and blast the speaker. Sorry dude, the entire street doesn't have to hear your conversation. I hate people who think they know sports and just say stupid shit. Girls get a pass on this one because any effort from the ladies to enjoy sports is appreciated. I hate the Yankees. I hate Roger Clemens for being a fat ass when he was here. I hate A-Rod and Jeter because well, lets be honest, they are rich, good, and good looking and that NY on your hat usually invokes that reaction on my part. I hate guys at the gym who talk on their phones really loud. I hate guys at the gym who throw the weights down and scream like idiots. Get a life. I hate when it gets dark early. I hate the cold weather. I hate cars. I hate that my dog died. I hate that my grandpa isn't around anymore. I hate that my 8 yr old
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brother plays video games all day. This could go on and on. Maybe a future blog or something.