Okay, are all the boring people gone now? Good, now let's get down to the living nightmare that is writing about yourself:
I'm polyamorous. Which is apparently pretty effing popular over in this neck of the woods.
I am a pluviophile, so so far I think this town is pretty fantastic. Though admittedly the rain here is kind of half-assed.
I am an outgoing introvert. Yes, I realize that doesn't make sense. No, I will not elaborate here.
I like people who are passionate about something and I kinda don't really care what as long as you're crazy for it and will ramble at me about it.
I periodically make terrible puns about science. (HURHURHUR DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!)
I am prone to long, rambling, and unbelievably profane rants about things that absolutely DO. NOT. FUCKING. MATTER.
I likewise get unreasonably excited about really, really dumb things. I really just don't use the word "dumb" like other people do, somehow.
I love dogs. You should have a dog. Have a big, awesome dog that I can play with. WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE, GO GET A DOG RIGHT NOW!
I think going to an arcade to drink and talk shit at each other over games is an equally appealing use of time as sitting at a quiet bar to sip whiskey while talking about our current books.
It bothered me that every sentence in this section started with "I" except for one, so I made added this one, too. You know, so it isn't lonely.
I am weird. It will help if you are, too.