I have an unusual habit of finding my comfort zone within each enviornment I encounter. Adjusting to my climate.

I know I know, this sounds strange, but one of the modern marvels currently located in the United States is this thing called Air conditioning. I know the concept is a bit off the wall, but it's really catching on where I live. Go figure!

And are you guys sure I look like a girl? Look closer, maybe I'm just a pretty boy. Facial hair and pimples shouldn't always be a determining factor in establishing one's gender. If you look again, and I'm still girly-- then damn.

BTW PLASMA, you're right about the eye brow thing. Chicks always ask if I pluck them shits. Plus, my lips are a bit redish in these pics. As if I'm wearing lipstick (which I'm definitely not, ain't my steez).

Oh well.