Howdy, I’m Tony, or Anthony, which ever you prefer.

I’m 19, though sometimes I feel much less, or more immature, depending on the time of the day.

I play guitar, sketch, sing, act, and do that other artsy stuff. I’m also a major geek, and adore stuff, and things.

I’m too much of a hermit for my own good.

I’m on tinychat way too often.

I’m ever curious about the world, and would love to see every nook, cranny, and culture this little blue ball has to offer.

I have crises about where I’m headed ever few months. I dream about being an artist, an actor, a musician. About leaving a mark on this earth. About saving people, falling in love, finding my true path.

I worry about my weight, all the time (it’s not just for girls.)

I occasionally have a six pack. Depends on the time of the year, and how moody I’m feeling.

I don’t drink, nor do drugs if I can help it. I have followed the devil down that path a few times, but always turned back before I got lost.

I listen to a tonne of different music genres, and generally can find something in any genre to enjoy. Except for Crunk-core, fuck that noise.

I’m extremely obtuse and sarcastic, occasionally poetic. Again, it depends on the time of the year, the day, my mood, all of that.

I’m not handsome. On that note, my nose is crooked. As are my ears. Oddly enough, I have the best teeth in the family, they’re pretty naturally straight. Funny how genetics work, in’it. My eyes are brown. My skin is freckly.

I can’t grow a beard, nor mustache.

I dig aggressive women. Confidence and Intelligence, however, are the sexiest things a person can possess.

And… That’s the laundry list, my existence condensed.