My name's Craig. I'm a Christmas grinch, scrooge, whatever. I'm a recovering heroin addict and alcoholic, just moved back home to the South from Seattle, I'm returning to school, etc. I read alot, watch alot of movies. I also listen to and play music, though not as obsessively as I used to. I've been diagnosed at one point or another with every psychological condition under the sun, some for drug-seeking purposes, some for legitimate, but I'm fairly convinced that yes, I have Asperger's. I've been convinced since learning of the condition in high school, actually, but my primary therapist disagrees (he's a quack, anyway). Oh, I'm 25 years old. I'm what David Sedaris would refer to as a spooky man-child. 5'8 or 9, skinny, look like I'm about 12. I get told I look like Bob Dylan alot. That's cool seeing as he's a favorite, but I don't see the resemblance. I have severe, severe social anxiety, which means basically all of my social interaction comes on theseyer Internets of ours. Seeing as that's the case, give me a shout! I do like meeting new people, even if none you are real, simply built-in yet surprisingly well-detailed components of Windows 7 and Internet Explorer.
I like intimate, deep discussions, long walks on the beach, riding horses bareback, reading french poetry beside a hot fire, and coffee ice cream. Okay, all of that was BS. Except the discussion bit. And the ice cream.
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