I am ripe, insolent, and illustrious.
My Self-Summary
Master of my own universe. Reader of books. An incessant observer
of other people. Presently a smart ass that needs fifteen more
brilliant words to describe himself. Useful in a Larry David
fashion. Precise yet stumbling. Concise yet oblivious.
Three..two... Done
What I’m doing with my life
Traveling is what I wish only did. I would love to motorcycle
through Central America into South America. I adore Europe and want
to explore the Eastern part. Japan is top on my list but also the
most costly as I would be taking my 15 year old son. He is never
far from my side. There is so much juicy pulp in life, I want it
running down my cheeks. As of yet it is not. Thats my focus, pulp,
what kind, where can I taste it.
I’m really good at
staring at this blinking cursor
The first things people usually notice about me
My passion and the heart on my sleeve. The loving nature I get from
my mother. How comfortable I am with anyone.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Movies: Blood Simple, Millers crossing, anything Coen Brothers ,
foreign films (i.e. Delicatessen, Baxter love Ze Baxter, Cinema
Paradiso) Books: Confederacy of Dunces, Geek Love, The Curious
Sofa, Shes come undone Biographies and cheap crime novels
Food: Ethnic - Indian, Mexican and Spanish any and all intricate
and delicate flavors I love good food
Music: yes ie punk hip hop old country rockabilly classical. .
Nothing too hippy, I hate it when they dance all inside out.
The six things I could never do without
Stinky Cheese, humor, sex, family and friends , traveling, my
neighborhood
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What cemetery's do when they run out of space. How do they continue
to survive. Do they remove coffins after a period of time? Do
people pay rent to keep the space? Do they rebury the coffins
upright? Cuz they are mostly on hills, right? I felt that was a
clue. How do they pay for upkeep if its a one time price. How do
they make money when there is no more space? I think about this
kind of crap. I think about how the other night someone said they
didnt want sausage on their pizza cuz it gave them gas. At 5 the
next morning lying awake I obsessed how I never notice what gives
me what and even if I did, would I focus on changing it.
On a typical Friday night I am
whatever comes up. hanging out with a friend making fun of people.
Really friday night typical really I live in Ballard not Bellevue
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I find Condeleeza Rice sexually attractive