Bryson Miguel

Hello my name is Bryson Miguel. I am an individual who likes certain things and dislikes other certain things. Certain foods, people, movies, songs, television shows, plays, books, clothes, fragrances, pieces of furniture, words, phrases, and methods of passive aggressive emotional torture fall into the category of things that I do like, but more often than not certain foods, people, movies, songs, television shows, plays, books, clothes, fragrances, pieces of furniture, words, phrases, and methods of passive aggressive emotional torture fall into the category of things I do not like. I am not a happy person, except for when I am which is more often than you would think unless you did at first assume that I am a cheery soul in which case you may be disappointed. I am simultaneously a hopeless romantic and a hopeful cynic. By this I do mean that I tend to hope for mildly bad things to happen to people enjoying the aesthetics of capitalism and the soma we all so graciously accept as the American Dream. The idea of sudden rain or a cloud of dust enveloping two star-crossed lovers having a picnic atop an Eden-esque hill is quite thrilling, for that is the nature of life. You please yourself and thusly a small doom is presented, usually in the form of your mother's disapproving words of your bad-boy boyfriend, or good-boy boyfriend if you're gay and she doesn't agree with that, Youdammit. All good things come to an end. You can't always get what you want. The grass is always greener on the other side. Nothing lasts forever. Except fucking Family Guy. Ugh. That piece of shit needs to end. Now.