I just had the best year of my life after winning an award for my music. I have been enjoying some great company and have been very active doing what I love.
"I like your beard," "nice beard," etc.
Now that the small talk is out of the way, here's the sarcastic rant that used to be my self-summary:
"I am a neo-impressionistic gate-keeping lion tamer with a pointillist yearning for expressionism. I once traveled abroad to educate indigenous peoples on the inner workings of cancer-eating nano-robots. I'm looking for an average looking girl on okcupid to ignore my poorly thought out message to her. Are you the one!?
Let's wear robot suits and film a documentary on the application of post-tonal pitch relationships in mid-western neo-polka."