Episode Doyo

I'm Doug. I'm not a mean person, but I'm not the nicest boy on the block either. I'm complicating, but I'm not asking you to pay attention. I have the capability to be polite, and I use it both carefully and carelessly. This profile is 100% real, but I tend to act fake. Yet so do you. Don't deny it, because that makes you a liar.

My music tastes have (nearly) no limits. I don't completely dislike any genre, but find much discomfort when it comes to leisurely listening to country, hip hop, post grunge rock, christian, and pop tarts.

I find special interests when it comes to rock crossed with electronics. Synthtron and trance both would have to be my all time favorite music genres that I find the most music tracks I'm fond of. I also greatly enjoy European indie and punk music pioneers, alot of cute American pop-punk crossovers (except when they go overboard with commercialism... and really have a lack of talent. Examples: Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Hawthorne Heights, etc...), trip-hop, industrial, ambient, house, downbeat, new wave, and anything experimental. I love alot of the 80's scene as well.

Alongside music, which seems to be everyone's "passion" these days ("Hi my name is blablabla, and music is my life." Isn't that what everyone says?), I love anything to do with apparel. I love clothes. I love accessories. I love people that love clothes and accessories. I love making. I love designing. Nothing is original anymore. Why not stretch the cycle of fashion though? Huge ass designers are way too boring presently. Class needs to cross with clash. I'm working on it.

I have no sexual preference when it comes to love life. There are both amazing guys and girls out there, as well as gorgeous ones. I've been with many of both. At the moment I'm single. I'm not desperate to find anyone, because the majority of impatient people are disgusting. I hate labels. Originality is a conspiracy. I don't admit to anything, and I limit myself to nothing. People that seek others simply for sex are uber-nasty. Simple point.

I hate people that don't get it.

Don't get what?

Who cares. They just don't get it.