| I'm Christofer Michael Famero. 1% Normal. 99% Abnormal. Absolute. Amateur photographer. Aspiring Filmmaker. Baseball pitcher and shortstop. (Jersey #2/#7) BECKster. Beggar. Book freak. Boston Red Sox fan. Buttonmasher. Casual cosplayer. Certified otaku. Cold blooded. Computer hacker. Cream-O-holic. Current novelist. (And I'm writing my first one) Divine, sometimes. Evil, sometimes. Football midfielder. (Jersey #9) Gifted. (Yup, that's right) Good friend. (And good enemy) Graphic artist. Hates acting-like-they-know-everything-but-they-really-not people. Hates conceited people. Hates narcissists. Hates overactingly emotional people. Hates stupid-looking people. Hates super nerds. Hates unsurmisable people. Idolizes Daisuke Matsuzaka. JRocker. Karatedo Go-Dan Black Belter. Laid-back. Lone wolf. Loves cool stuff. Loves Marlyn. Loves the 22nd day of the month. Mangaka. Narcissist. Nobody. Observant. Photoshoppe geek... Quarter Japanese. Righteous Japanese. Speaks and writes Japanese. Student. Stupid. Stupident. Texter. The 2nd Near. The 3rd L. The 5th Kira. Unpredictable. Vague sometimes. Wears eyeglasses. (350, both lenses) Xenophilic. Yummy when tasted. Zero. Doesn't see ghosts. Wants to see ghosts. Likes nothing. Dislikes everything. |
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