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"When I die I want my obit to say this:
"He was an unsuccessful homesteader, a congenital drifter, a giant physically, tough..."
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Schools (Other):
The University of Oklahoma, Jenks High School
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Occupation:
Starving Artist
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Affiliations:
I am a Christian
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Hobbies and Interests:
Tiger-Bear
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About Me:
When I die I want my obit to say this:
"He was an unsuccessful homesteader, a congenital drifter, a giant physically, tough as a pine knot, courageous as a lion, with a perfect ignorance of fear. Despite many personal and scientific obstacles, he succeeded in mating a tiger and a bear, defying nature and satisfying his twisted imagination and blood-lust."
If you aren't satisfied with that tidbit you can get to know my secret thoughts over at www.livejournal.com/~westcoastgreg
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Who I Want to Meet:
Anyone who has free passes to something and understands the value of sharing
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things in this world (like roller
coasters or fancy foods) that are
both scary and exciting? That's how
I think of Greg. Yeah, he's funny and
smart and talented (blah, blah,
blah), but sometimes you get a little
bit afraid 'cause he could just be of
his rocker. Like when he sings you
a "Happy Apartheid" song or hides a
stuffed owl w/one eye around a
theater just to freak you out. But then
again, he continually redeems
himself w/instances of genius like
Tiger Bear, so you have to love him-
evne though the kid's just not right.
Leg...why?? Because I once had to.
Greg is one of the most loveable people
ever, as long as he is not chasing you
around backstage with scary
Midsummer make up on. He will always
remind me of Norwegian children and
their "snakes". I cannot pass anything
Coca Cola without thinking...."Greggles
NEEDS that!". I knew Greg was the
only one for me when we quoted
the "Come Nadia, let us dance like
children of the night"...perfectly. And
then someone went and stole your
backpack...jerk, and I was sad. I miss
the nights of falling asleep to your
sniffles outside my window...and I look
forward to our first restraining order.
You have made me laugh the whole time
I have been around you, and you make
me cry when I am not around you...sniff
sniff....I am glad I know you and that
your limbs hyperextend.