Something of a clandestine wordsmith.
I moved to Colorado. It was the greatest. Then I moved to Portland, 2 days ago. (mid Oct) I'm reserving judgement so far.
Biking, teaching myself l33t, climbing nature, touching leaves and using my senses to determine what nature tickles
Making cookies, lasagna, sesame noodles, guacamole.
Drinking 5 liters of water a day
Scrabble- beat me.
Exclaiming excitedly in a genuine and non-irksome way
My invisibility cloak.
I'm a skirt and jacket of varying lengths
Anything by Jonathan Lethem or Paul Rudnick or Benjamin Kunkel or Haruki Murakami or Paul Auster
Radiohead is timeless, Silly Wizard, the shins, shugo tokumaru, New Pornographers, Idan Raichel, Sufjan, cake, Spoon, Belle and Sebastian, wilco, of montreal, paper bird, REM, ben folds, paramore, Junip, Wolf Parade, Railroad Earth, Kinks, Decemberists, Loquat in smaller doses, Beach Fossils!
human contact, verbal, visual, and physical
how people can be so blase about spelling and grammar errors
the artificial cream-colored powder with green flecks dubbed "sour cream and onion"
remaining in the present
I recently discovered that I whisper to myself when nobody is around, as opposed to keeping everything as a dialogue inside my head.
you want to laugh.
you can cry as an adult
you don't buy stuff
you need nature