Update: see "looking for" section below... My schedule makes it hard to meet new friends. That's what I'm looking for on this silly thing.

1. My mom thinks I'm a catch.
2. Stories are important. I prefer awful/humiliating/terrifying stories to no story at all.
3. I don't love talking about myself, in case that's not already apparent.

1. Working for Emory.
2. I try to make it out to see a show when possible.
3. *insert interesting and impressive hobby here*

I'm pretty good at cooking and at scrabble. Ive taught myself to make homemade crepes, which im obnoxiously proud of. I used to be good at rock climbing and surfing, but not much of that going on in ATL. I THINK I'm good at teaching people new things...apparently I'm not very good at doing my taxes.

Dry sense of humor? Opposable thumbs? I don't know.

Books: the sun also rises, mountains beyond mountains, unbearable lightness of being, sirens of Titan, pathologies of power, for whom the bell tolls, cutting for stone, hot zone, anything by hunter s Thompson, a brief history of time

Movie: clerks, Donnie darko, ferris buellers day off, life aquatic, fear and loathing, slc punk, high fidelity, requiem for a dream, Solaris, outbreak, the lost boys, crybaby, primer, the room, wild at heart, melancholia, biutiful

Music: whoever I last saw live...stuff on my playlist now: cursive, blonde redhead, wild beasts, he's my brother she's my sister, Tom waits, cut copy, tv on the radio, black milk, misfits, brand new, washed out, Bon iver, Beirut, snowden, Black taxi, yeasayer

Coffee, cheese, beer, music, stories, little Caesars, kevin smith movies, old books, science, Gary busey quotes, movies that are so bad they're good, old brick buildings +/- ivy, places that are open 24 hours, skylines

Food, music, traffic, medicine, student loans....probably in that order....wow what a depressing question.

Also, occasionally:
-science
-what am I doing on okc?
-what are YOU doing on okc?
-why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?
-why don't they put the sinks outside of public restaurants so that i dont have to touch a disgusting communal doorknob right after I've washed my hands?

Maybe out. Maybe seeing a show. Maybe throwin' shapes. Hopefully not on call.

When I was like 7, I was briefly enrolled in ballet classes...my mother told me it would make me a more graceful athlete...it did not.

You have absolutely nothing better to do.