Cynic. Misanthrope. Recluse. Daydreamer.
I am comfortable in silence. People give me anxiety.
I like my bicycles a lot. I have 3 and adhere firmly to the n+1 rule for correct number of bicycles owned.
I used to be smart, and sometimes I can still fake it. I'm more a bucket of useless information that occasionally is relevant to the subject at hand.
Pokemon is my lifeblood.
Minnesota -> Chicago -> Minnesota (again). I have no idea what I'm doing ohgodsomeonehelpme
I'm an acquired taste. Much like Jeppson's Malort, I frequently leave a bitter, lingering flavor.