And then, blammo, cardiac arrest. And the last thing I think as I look up at the kitchen ceiling is "Why didn't I blow every dandelion puff I crossed paths with? So much spontaneous dancing that I just passed on! I would've gotten more OkCupid dates for being such a whimsical dude," but then my heart explodes in my chest and the real last thing I think is "right, I went to the kitchen for that choco taco," etc.
So you're not going to find pictures of me on a snow-board and I don't have pictures up from my times overseas because I was doing weird things with my hair then and sometimes the past is best left as just that.
But I am my favorite person, and I assure you I hold myself to rigorous standards.