You'll probably find some reason to be offended by me.
I like to sleep a lot because dreaming is like watching TV for me.
I once lived inside a giant redwood stump. :D
I've hitchhiked about 2,500 miles all together.
I like to take the tests on this site, even the excruciatingly dumb ones. Maybe I really want to know what my Greatest Elemental Juggalo Furry Super Power is, okay?!
I happen to be one of very few experts on the history and development of modern vampirism as a spiritual movement. This is not an exaggeration.
I have a cat with a pretentiously long name.
I'm always in search of nice bath tubs. Mmm... bathing.
I don't like when people talk about quantum physics like they actually understand quantum physics. Unless you're actually a physicist. Then, I guess you have every right to. However, if you're just using it as a "science-y" excuse to prop up whatever new age spiritual flopdoodle you're attached to in the hopes that it will help it sound more legitimate, you are hilariously mistaken, my friend.
I am probably currently drunk on cheap wine and eating fried rice. I could also be drunk on expensive whiskey and eating spring rolls. Or maybe I'm just having some chai and aloo gobi.
I have one of these: https://fetlife.com/users/2413329
And one of these: http://sweetmaryofviolence.deviantart.com/
I might share my Facebook with you if I determine you're not a douche-brassiere.
What is a "self," though, really? If I were to summarize my "self," would it really be accurate? Of course not. It would be a list of the positive or quirky or intriguing qualities I delude myself into thinking I have at my best moments while all the things about myself I'm uncomfortable with would get obfuscated into dust.
Self: I'm an amorphous blob that rolls along the Earth's surface picking up whatever is on the ground that I think is useful. If I roll over you, and you fit snugly within my gooey innards, I might roll along with you for a while. Perhaps you can help me figure out if all the trash I've picked up along the way is worth keeping suspended within my gelatinous existence, like that anarchy thing that's been clanking around for a while, or those particular weird fetishes. Every five years or so, I change my color or texture, but I never stop rolling.