And so are we. Here are some of mine...
I love to dance, but never seem to do it in Portland. Quick-- What is the scientific result for knee slide + parquet floor + polyester? Anyone? :-) hint: measured in Neutons and Dolorimeters.
Misadventures and me, we be mates! I have been robbed by monkeys. Though lately I'm beginning to wonder, "who hasn't?"
I hope you like to laugh. And are not a monkey. ;-)
Food is love. I love to create and cook and hold court in the kitchen at a party. I steal avocado from the salad bowl while it is being made. I will help myself to bites from your plate. Why not share a plate and save time? :-P
I am a talker. I talk out my thoughts and dreams. I also talk zombie. But only sometimes in the night...I wonder if morning yuck-mouth is the taste of brains?
I have eaten brains. ...a terrible terrible error reading a Parisian menu. They were delicious. You: a talker with a smartypants brain would be delicious company!
Boarding a jetplane is still magical...no matter how hard they try to make it feel like a bus. I've traveled the world for fun and work, and ever will.
I steered my broken car to an acquaintance to help his small business. It mostly works now...but I am happy it helped him and the relationship is more important.
And I am also serious, and still, and quietly thinking when I am grappling with my craft. This is mistaken for being unhappy, or down. Mmm, my artist friend would say, "Making art is not always a happy process."