I'm goofy and clumsy and adorable, what more could you ask for?

i have a hard time expressing myself properly. what i've said and what i should have said are generally vastly different. i love animals and piercings and tattoos, graffiti, art in general, comics, pirates, and random adventures. i used to play guitar, i'd love to learn again. I want to learn violin and piano badly. something about the way stringed instruments sound. for some reason i'm strangely attracted to girls who are musically inclined. or have awesome hair and tattoos... i'd say i'm about 85% straight. it takes a special guy to win me over. i used to be a poet, i don't write anymore so don't ask me to. i used to be a projectionist in an old theatre(35mm print style) too... i'm far more likely to do that for you. my dog is super important to me. he goes where i go. science, psychology, history and architecture are all awesome and i hope to learn more about them when i can afford to.

the smell of roses reminds me of my mother
when she was happy.
I wear her wedding ring on a chain around my neck
to keep me grounded.
a bad luck charm.
I have no idea what i want to be when i grow up
and that scares the shit out of me.
something about songs about blackbirds affecting my life...
I have a hard time pulling my mind out of the past.
I can hardly believe the mistakes i've made.
the distillers is probably the only band that can get me in a good mood no matter what.
The Maxx is the best comic/book ever. Sam Keith is a god among men.
I'm fiercely loyal to the things and people i believe in.
Despite the fact that i rarely see or talk to most of them.
I could kiss you all day.
watching a thunderstorm is the best way to spend an evening.
crash.
boom.
Native American culture is amazing. I'm about a sixteenth Sioux and absolutely am mesmerized.
I can't decide on anything.
I make bad choices but back em up.
I have no faith in myself most of the time but when i do fun things happen.
I fear making phone calls and being hit by cars.
But i'm sincerely afraid of dying alone.

saving up $$$ to pay for the things i need to pay for so i can run away and travel around and join not just one circus but any circus i can find. yeah. or something like that.
exploring rundown old buildings.
riding bikes. fixing bikes. breaking bikes. yelling at bikes.
untangling lengths of cord.
spending waaaaay too much time in diners and on porches.
playing the same four songs on guitar over and over.
passing the time until i can afford to find where feels the most like home to me. philly is at the top right now with austin at a close second (Chicago is third so shhh) but i have alot more traveling to do before i figure that whole mess out.

starting projects then getting distracted by shiny objects. finding things. eating. odd noises. contact juggling. fire. cleaning things. bikes! talking over movies. sleeping. juggling. drawing. reading comic books and drinking coffee. making fun of my friends. aimless meandering.

wait. i quit coffee. tea is the jam now.

uhhhh. i'm super shy and can't look you in the eye until i'm comfortable with you?

yes you may give me some.

my dog, my bike, movies, art, comfortable shoes?, words.

the internal workings of things. that guys hair. whether or not that bug bites. how i got this bruise. who will give me a dollar. what do i want to eat. tattoos i want.

working. sitting at the fleetwood talking to bums. hangin with some peeps. fixing something. avoiding the bar and the hussies inside. laughing at drunk college kids in no clothes falling on their asses. metaphorically and literally.

i need to pay off my root canals.

you think i'm awesome. cuz you'd be right. i'm friggin awesome. Or you have a deep seeded passion for Nina Simone.