My name is AJ Bulldis, and I am here to ask you a question: is a man not entitled to the posts of his blog?
“No!” says the kid with the Xanga, “it belongs to my friends who aren’t real friends!”
“No!” says the kid on 4Chan, “it belongs to Anonymous!”
“No!” says the kid who is actually a creepy old man, “it belongs to my parole officer!”
I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible.
I chose Bulldis in a China Shop.
Alright enough of that.
I am AJ Bulldis. I moved to New York City in 2007 and by all accounts I’ll probably be here for a while. I’m a clerk for Amtrak as far as jobs are concerned, but in my free time I’m a writer, a fledgling guitarist and singer, and an absolute geek.
I also punch appliances.
Join me as I be way too personal about everything, including my hopes, dreams, fears, and undying rage. Additionally, I like reviewing movies and such and sharing my opinions on stuff that is going on.