Phew.  Finally got around to fixing the way the feed displayed some of the entry titles.  It was annoying the shit out of me.  Not that you care.  I just needed to get that off my chest.

Carry on.

My name is such and such (lets face it, if you really wanted to know who I am, then there are a few ways for you to go about finding that information out. But until then, let us pretend that I acutally care about my privacy and I’m not about to go blabbing out my identity — even if I share the last name of a certain Rutgers’ football coach) and I’m twenty-five years old.

I currently reside in a small-ish condo with my fiance, and my three crazy cats, in a nice little area outside of Princeton, New Jersey. But, let’s get back to this twenty-five years old problem. I say problem, because it’s a problem, I’ll admit it — my ’self’ age is really thirteen. Yes, I still feel like I’m thirteen years old — a thirteen year old who has a full time job, pays a mortgage, is planning a wedding (okay, kinda), and has three crazy cats to care for. Besides all that junk, I still feel like I could go outside and play pick-up hockey for a few hours (even if my twenty-five year old heart wouldn’t let me). I still crave to play with Lego sets all day long, but I simply don’t have the time — perhaps when I have one of those human babies one day, it will be enough for me to justify a day off from work just to play with them.

I’m currently working for a large financial firm who recently reported a huge loss of a few billion dollars. But then again, which large financial firms aren’t reporting huge losses these days? I do enjoy my job, and I’m realizing that I enjoy customer service, for the most part. However, my true love (aside from my fiance) is SongMeanings. I hope to one day make SongMeanings my full-time commitment, but that’s another story for another time.

Perhaps I should tell you about this site, 24Hansen? Well, it’s name is derived from where I lived growing up — 24 Hansen Street (or was it Road? Fuck it, I can’t remember; must be that twenty-five year old in me). I spent the majority of my life there, until my asshole parents thought it’d be good for them to ‘downsize’ to a ‘townhouse’ in some backwards town in New Jersey, dubbed B-Town. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that move (I’m kidding, mom and dad). Regardless, I only spent a few months there until I thought it would be a GREAT idea to move in with complete strangers while at school at Rutgers. Let me tell you, what a strange bunch of folks that was — there was Anthony who was Hitler in disguise, the Chinese kid who I saw all of twice while living there, the other Asian kid who always wore his ROTC uniform, and then the bitch downstairs who LOVED playing her music as loud as possible — probably to piss me off.

When my year lease expired, I thought it would be great to get my own place; perhaps a condo. And what do you know? Two years later, and I’m still living in that condo. However, it is getting a bit crowded. I imagine the fiance and I will begin looking for a larger home in a year or two. Again, when in the hell did I get this old that I need my own house? I better have that game room in the basement, or else.

As for my fiance, we met while in high school, and by met I really mean that I cheated off of her constantly (in a class that you didn’t need to cheat in, because the teacher gave you every goddamn question and answer). We didn’t start dating, however, until we got together on New Years Eve of 2002. And the rest is history. Oh, and I proposed to her in August of 2007 while on a pier, at night, in Florida. She instantly said yes.

To sum her up (in a short paragraph, that is.  Perhaps I will elaborate another time), she’s absolutely incredible. Never would I have ever imagined that someone could possibly open your eyes to so many wonderful things. She’s made me happy every day that I’ve known her, and it’s certainly exciting knowing that one day, I will marry her.

My fiance and I have three cats together; Macintosh, Mowie, and Sunny. I could ramble on and on about them (like when Macky broke his leg as a kitten), but that could take days. Instead, I point you to their website (yes, they have their own site, shut up), http://mackymowiesunny.com.

One day in this very area, I’d like to discuss my music interests. But, right now, I’m lazy; deal with it.