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I'm sort of a mix between Hakuna Matata and getting down to business to defeat the Huns.

Special Agent Dale Cooper is my spirit animal.

I graduated as a Defense Against the Dark Arts major. (Turned out my patronus charm is a supply and demand graph so I received an honorary degree in Economics as well!)

Now I'm working for Big Brother. Literally. I make it rain for traumatically injured vets.

Talking nerdy to you all. night. long.

Getting bass lines of Pixies songs stuck in my head.

Balancing a love for exercising and being healthy with lounging out all weekend with Chipotle and Netflix marathons.

I have a seal for marksmanship and the gorilla is for sand racing.

My humble assault on the commonality.

A week without best friends, board games, and beers violates the Geneva Conventions.

Currently getting down with the historical nonfiction. Oxford History of the United States style.

Normally I'm getting The Kinks out of my LCD Soundystem. Those Magnetic Fields wreck havoc on it. And I gotta replace those Dirty Projectors. I feel morally obligated to mention my love for Queens of the Stone Age here too.

So, maybe, I'm a bit addicted to XPN's midday music stuff. (Or not. I could totally quit anytime I want right?)

I like mostly sci fi, artsy stuff, documentaries, and comedies, but let's be honest: nothing is better than Denzel Washington and Jack Black's award winning performances in Step Up 3D.

You will find I'm very pro-choice with regards to horse trough sized bowls of pho. (It's critical to have the right to make that decision on your own!) Oh and I recently decided there's more to cooking than how to make ice cubes.

That feeling of buying a brand new TAPOUT shirt.

Taking a photograph of me wearing aforementioned shirt in front of a dirty bathroom mirror.

Uploading it to facebook with the description of #SWAG with hopes someone other than my mom will "like" it.

A slow walk to Applebees for a Sizzling Steak (tm).

My Now That's What I Call Music Volume 736 (featuring Nickelback) to accompany me.

The trust fund my grandma set up for me for making this perfect day happen.

Honorable mentions: My frosted tips, jnco jeans, and my pet bald eagle named Small Government.

Who looks at a screwdriver and says, "this could use a little more sonic?"

Anthropology, technology, getting a tattoo, social justice, this unplanned universe we all share, or, you know, maybe just hibernating until Game Of Thrones comes back on.

Off to dance and sing along to the songs of our ancestors at a concert or the Snakehole Lounge. (Pawnee's sickest nightclub.)

My carless city living has corrupted my definition of drunk driving to be drinking a few IPAs and using Google Street View.

Taking terrific tales to town tickles your fancy. Possibly over potentially potent potables?