This is asking me to sum up myself in ten lines or less. I have no clue how to even start. (edit) Well, I started by leaving that first line up there until it looked like a cop-out. Then I rambled here for a minute. I promise I'm more articulate in real time. It's nice meeting new people, but I'm also quite occupied with the task of living this one life that I have. Keith, meet Keith.

Livin' it up. Being young. Deciding whether to shit or get off the pot.

I graduated uni almost two years ago and I've only had wistful nostalgic moments a few times a day. The rest of the time I'm too busy to look back.

cooking, music, making a good day out of nothing, enjoying the sunshine, making an ass of myself, changing my mind, changing YOUR mind, funny voices, harmonizing, english
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It's weird when I hear people point out certain things. A few people have mentioned my eyebrows as particularly crazy. I don't really get it. Also, black women = my target demographic, apparently. They love them some me.

books: The Bitterbynde. Anne Rice. Robin McKinley's Sunshine . The Dark Tower series. Xanth. Annie Ernaux. Sabriel. The Sovereign Stone Trilogy. far too much fantasy.

movies: The Fifth Element.

tv: Dexter. Oz. 30 Rock. Intervention. Red Dwarf. Star Trek (TNG, DS9, Voyager), Naruto, Deathnote

music: MIA. Muse. the Knife. CSS. Yelle. La Roux. Lenski's Aria. MGMT. Discovery. Vampire Weekend. Josh Groban. Amahl and the Night Visitors. O Fortuna. Cinq Chansons Grecques Populaires. Jesus Christ Superstar. The Wild Party. RENT. anything you can hip me to. Imogen Heap. shit Pandora tells me to like. the end theme to Dexter. Fleet Foxes. Dubstep. Mashups of every sort. Mixed meter. Sleigh Bells. Empire of the Sun. Close harmony.

food: Thai. Greek. Italian. Indian. starches. veggies. sweets. hazelnuts. heavy cream o_0. sushi. Jimmy John's. rosemary/basil/mint. asparagus. booze (wait, is that food?). coffee.

something to read. someone to talk to. something to do. something to munch on. something to sip. something to laugh about.

I'm not a great judge of what I usually think about, but certain things stick out in my mind. My mental patterns are like my favorite conversations - slow circles.

People are people.

I find it easy to play the devil's advocate. When I was little, black was black and white was white. Now I don't have a leg to stand on.

I might be suiting up or dressing down, depending. I'm happy if I gets to pet a dog on any day, so throw that in there too. I like booze a touch too much, so there's probably a drink thrown in there for good measure.

If I've admitted to it (without knowing to whom I'm admitting it) it wouldn't be private anymore, would it?

I'm not your top. I do, and I have, and I enjoy it. It's just not my full time vocation.

You have something to say. At all. If you live far away, and would never normally speak to an American/Yank/Southerner/whatever else I might seem to you where you live.
_edit_ wts up n txtspk r not my frnz. and don't spell 'boy' as 'boi'. gross.