Tropers / Hastur Hastur Hastur

I feel so alone, gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones.

Tropes that apply to me (or can be forced to apply to me with the right stretching of definitions):

  • Angrish: Infamous for this at work. My speech when I'm extremely angry is an incoherent, profanity-laden word salad.
  • Apologizes a Lot: "Shit, sorry, man" is probably uttered about every seventh or eighth sentence.
  • Big Eater: I have the metabolism of a goddamn hummingbird.
  • Blind Without 'Em: Take my glasses away and everything looks like an indistinct blur.
  • Booze-Based Buff: I become a much faster and more accurate typer after I've had a few, though the latter one goes away after a few more. This actually led to my writing an entire paper while drunk once; the professor was equal parts impressed that I was able to clearly express the underlying legal principles (it was a law class paper) with the bulk of a bottle of cheap Canadian whiskey in me and irritated at having to figure out just what the fuck I was saying half the time.
  • Dark and Troubled Past: Let's just say that my life hasn't been the greatest. Some of it was my own fault, a lot of it was the fault of others, some of it was a mix, and it's all been a shitshow.
  • Drives Like Crazy: Sometimes. Get me in a bad enough mood and it's going to be one hell of a wild ride with me behind the wheel.
  • '50s Hair: A slicked-back undercut, as is the wont of basically every twentysomething white male in the 2010s.
  • Handy Feet: My toes can grasp things quite well.
  • Hollywood New England: I live in the backwoods of NH. There's nothing around here aside from Cape Cod blueblood transplants, white trash, and heroin, though I am within relatively reasonable ("within an hour and twenty" being reasonable for New England) driving distance of Boston, Worcester, Manchester, and Lowell.
  • Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Whenever I'm around a good friend of mine (I'm on the high end of 6'0" and 180lbs, she's on the low end of 5'1" and like sixty or seventy pounds lighter than me).
  • The Quiet One: I'm friendly enough, but I will never say the first word.
  • Sir Swearsalot: As anyone who knows me can tell you.
  • Speech Impediment: Bit of a stutter that has gotten worse with age. I personally don't give a fuck.
  • Trademark Favorite Food: Ice cream, alcohol, curry, and falafel. Good Mission-style burritos are also up there.
  • Verbal Tic: "Dude", "man", "sick", and "fuckin'".
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