At some point I wonder if I'll just get off of here and accept that I'm going to be single forever because quickmatch just makes me unsure whether to laugh or cry.
My favorite outdoor activity is going back inside where I'm not sweating or freezing my ass off.
Not a delicate flower, not a damsel in distress...more like a mighty oak, a Valkyrie, and sometimes a stubborn nasturtium that flourishes in the cold autumn air. Oh and a Jedi- because lightsabers are fun.
I have an stupid amount of: books, action figures, Halloween decorations, Converse low tops, sharpies, post its, sea shells, and Star Wars t-shirts. Recently, I purchased a boombox with a cassette player because vinyl has become too mainstream.
I drive an artcar that I hand painted. People see it and then assume I'm an artist or an art teacher. I don't have the skills for that and I can't be creative on demand so...
...I'm a special educator who is hoping that all the "rigor" and "standards bases testing" bullshit doesn't destroy the souls of my beloved students. Recently a second grader with autism told me that he "felt sexy" and began twerking. I love my job.
My sense of humor and outlook on life can be summed up by this
Reading matters. To quote John Waters:
“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
-sadly, I've been too busy/stressed out to read much and it feels like a piece of me is missing because reading is such a huge part of my life and books are so deeply tiied into my identity
~your tattoos, fondness for craft beer, ironic facial hair, rock climbing, and love of sushi do not make you interesting or unique- what's in your head, however just might~