I just moved back here from MS where I lived downtown & so didn't need a vehicle, which means I don't have a car at the moment. Lame, I know, but if this is a problem for you then all I've really got to say is, "Sorry, brah." I'm working on it.
I travel a lot, even without a car of my own. I'm a writer, it's what we do. Dat vagabond lyf. (Maybe? No, yeah, that was a horrible attempt at humor. I apologize.)
If I froze fireflies, would they stay lit?
Cause that'd be pretty cool, ya know?
I'm really creepy, but I hear it is okay 'cause I'm pretty or something.
I like people that say "you know" instead of ask it. Bonus points if they spell things incorrectly in an ironic fashion.
I'm a francophile & a poet. It makes sense.
I get all hot & bothered whenever someone talks to me about the limbic system.
If you have a high match percentage with me, then I will probably message you, even if you live in Nicaragua. Mostly because I've just always wanted to go to Nicaragua & also because I like talking. A lot. I talk a bunch.
I have a mail-bag full of stories to deliver.
If you don't know how to play Calvinball, I don't know if I want to know you.
I like loud walks at night down dirty streets & impromptu barefoot dances on wet grass in the middle of nowhere.
Not looking for what is good enough, the enemy of the best is often the good, but I want the best. I got time.
I want to know where the hurt goes.
I have been on airplanes twelve times in the last year & a half. I have acquired an addiction. It needs treatment.
Bronies may inquire within.
"If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it." - Anais Nin