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I think too much. I read a lot. I listen more than I talk, partly because half the time when I talk people can't figure out what I'm talking about (I'm either too facetious, or too abstract, or use words too many people aren't familiar with).

I like washing dishes, but only when there are a lot. I say a lot of things I don't need to say. I say a lot of things that need to be said that others don't. I write half-assed poetry that I'll deprecate if asked about it. I'm learning to be circumspect. I'm honest. I'm boring about seventy percent of the time, but the other thirty percent, I'm interesting as hell.

I like to cuddle. I like Jean-Paul Sartre, too. I'm a quasi coffee-holic insomniac, and I smoke, so if that disgusting habit turns you off, my apologies.

I graduated with my BA in English in 2006, and my diploma's in a paperboard envelope pinned to the wall, which may or may not say anything about me. Either way, I have half of a teaching credential that got put on hiatus by life (college loans don't pay rent).

I work retail selling appliances at Sears. I spend half my free time looking elsewhere.

Words are my forte. I'm a marathon reader, and my brain is a sponge. In fact, I'm probably pretty much just your stereotypical big-headed brainy guy with an oversized mouth, all barely attached to a skinny body. Hot, right?

I'm usually only surprisingly funny... but I am.

Um... I'm pretty good at hugging.

The first thing people usually notice about me is my hair, and then probably my posture and my pretty, pretty eyes. Or else they just think I look vaguely like Kevin Bacon, or Brad Pitt, or Mark Hamill, or that guy they knew from high school whose name they just can't place.

I have a lot of beloved books. Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment is one, Solzhenitsyn's Cancer Ward another (the Russians were years ahead of the rest of the world in being depressing; it took until after WWI for anybody else to catch up). Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man and Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea are big ones, and we can't forget W. Somerset Maugham's Of Human Bondage, which can always be relevant on some level. I also vastly enjoy Natalie Angier, Thor Heyerdahl, Roald Dahl, Madeleine L'Engle, and Joseph Campbell. I look up to Kierkegaard, Kafka, and Crane for thinking too much, being an insomniac with an overactive imagination, and dying young, respectively.

I'm slightly more into movies than I used to be. Apocalypse Now, Pulp Fiction, About a Boy, The Lion King, Carousel (guilty of enjoying gaggingly romantic musical theater schlock), and Knocked Up are some current favorites. Office Space is always appropriately inappropriate.

Oh, my God. I can't believe I forgot Withnail & I the first time I filled this out. I love that movie's vibe.

As far as music goes, I like the following in no particular order: Blink 182, Eve 6, the Goo Goo Dolls, Depeche Mode, the Eurythmics, Tears for Fears, the Newsboys, Mark Hayes (arranger), U2, the Police, Audioslave, Journey, Pink Floyd, the Beatles, and Jimi Hendrix. I like classical music a lot, but never learned music appreciation. I want to get a Puccini CD for myself for Christmas. And I'm finding out I like R&B.

I'll eat pretty much anything. I like Mexican and Vietnamese food, though the latter I'm still figuring out. If it's spicy, I'm pretty much guaranteed to enjoy it, even if I'm crying.

I'd go a little crazy if I didn't have the books of Jewish wisdom (yay Qoheleth!) and a little Jesus in my life. After those two, probably water, coffee, cigarettes, and stuff to write with.

The fact that Slate.com is fascinating, and that allergies to things I like petting is possible proof that God (A) does not exist, (B) is evil, or (C) is just like Joseph Campbell said, beyond good and evil, but would probably like Family guy.

Besides that, I think about whom I'm turning into (note to self: most of my heroes are bad examples), how delicious coffee is, why there are jeans pinned up on my living room wall, and what the things are that make people interact the way they do. Human personalities are fascinating! So are dog personalities, but I don't like the innately hierarchical thought processes and the fact that they make me breathe funny.

I think about how, even with the advances feminism's made in the last few decades, gender roles are still alive and kicking, in ways that are a lot less cool than the eighties song by that title. I think about a lot of things I'm not going to tell you about unless you strike up a conversation.

The first time I wrote the above stuff, I accidentally said "thing I like petting." I'm not too concerned with how I look here to laugh at that, and point it out for you to if you're inclined.

Lately, I'm thinking a lot about what to do with myself, how to survive in the short- and long-term, and whether listening to Garbage increases or decreases my carbon footprint.

If I'm not working, I'm either sitting at Starbucks reading/writing or hanging out with my friends at the bar playing pool. Unless I run out of money, in which case I'm doing lame shit at home like filling out OkCupid.com profiles.

Um... I used to be engaged? I realized a year ago I was depressingly straight, and couldn't even afford to be metrosexual? I'm not wearing any pants?

Oh, wait. Yes, I am.

Drop me a line or whatever if you (A) think I'm pretty (everyone's self-esteem can use a boost!), (B) think I'm funny/intriguing, or (C) actually read this whole thing--because you must be bored and lonely, and if you're not, it's probably meant to be.

But don't stalk me. I get stalked too often.