I like thunderstorms more than car horns. Royal blue used to be my favorite color, but now I'm not sure. My best friends are the ones I met in kindergarten even though we've all changed since. I get embarrassingly excited about music and it makes and breaks my day. I miss home, but can't stay there too long without getting anxious to leave and go somewhere new. I feel like most of the time I act either younger or older than I really am, but very rarely my age.

I grew up in Phoenix, went to college in Oregon and Arizona for a time, went abroad for almost a year, then Phoenix for three years, then drove to Guadalajara, then almost sailed home, and now I'm writing run-on sentences in Los Angeles. Not sure what's next, but I think I'd like to meet someone who is open to exploring the world. Even if that just means finding good Mexican food around the corner.

finally living. often.

i'll also help you decorate.

building forts the size of your entire apartment. hitting the snooze button. haggling at the flea market. i have the holy grail of macaroni and cheese recipes. listening. ill use your ironing board as a house accessory.

i can't shake this baby face.

most recently

sad lovers & giants. hanni el khatib. the misfits. crocodiles. donnie and joe emerson. crosby, stills & nash. bobby womack

eyes wide shut. mystery train. broken flowers. charge of the light brigade. moonrise kingdom

anything on pretzel bread

cabinets of wonder

my dog, evie
my mom
reference books
glasses
my friends

technicolor raindrops.

having dinner with friends. listening to lee hazlewood. drinking tequila. watching murder she wrote.

i love angela lansbury. believe.

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