So I moved to Portland, where I can be educated about the evils of privilege by upper-middle class white people, where it's cold and rainy, and where I can go for a peaceful walk around downtown without being hassled by spare changers and cause-of-the dayers every minute. No, I don't care about the children; I care about my cup of coffee.
OK, I kid, I really do love it here. Except for the fact that I have to buy ACT mouthwash - you know, because of the whole fluoride thing. I moved here primarily because it's one of the few cities in America that is more life-focused instead of work-focused. Or, if you're a Republican, because it's Communist.
But ultimately, I'm an aspiring expat. Because, well, I hate our freedoms.
I tend to have a sarcastic, self-deprecating, and somewhat deadpan sense of humor. I like to make jokes out of anything and everything, despite how stupid and childish they may be. How else could I cope with mass starvation, civil liberties violations, and overweight people on scooters eating fries out of McDonalds bags?
When I'm not working, I can be found sleeping in, listening to music, going to shows, going for photo-walks, riding my bike, at my coffee shop(s) of choice, at my bar(s) of choice, hanging out with friends, etc.
I am fairly quiet and shy, but I can open up. I am generally a private person though. I have been known to be awkward. I am an INTJ, if you're into the Myers-Briggs test.