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 is just sooo mainstream.
I drive an artcar that I hand painted.
I'm a special educator. 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
At some point I wonder whether or not I will accept that I am supposed to just be single forever...but I miss
-someone reading to me in bed
-someone who just listens when I've had a crappy day
- someone who can just sit in the same room without necessarily feeling the need to talk.
-journals on okcupid- they were the best feature this crappy site had and the asshats at match.com who bought okc out took them away.
Yes, 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.”