Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
None of this is fully accurate anymore. And I don't really
Why is this my job? You should be trying harder.
I don't actually know how tall I am or how much I weigh but based
on last known measurements,
that's what I've listed.
I've also decided that Choose Your Own Adventure books were
probably the singularly
most formative pinnacle of my life. Every day of my life is
basically those books. If you can't remember those books, I don't
need to be fulfilling your daddy issues anymore.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I do what I can with what I've got, which is considerably more than
most. I hate the fact that money fuels this world and that so many
things enjoyable are reliant on it. I find my values in line with
other very salt-of-the-earth people and enjoy working for my means
but I'm more interested in exploring the possibility of new kinds
of fun I can have sans monetary expulsion. Also, in keeping vices
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I'm really good at whatever I set my mind to. I have yet to really
find anything I'm bad at, per se... I'm really good at forgetting
to look both ways before crossing the tasteless joke street. I'm
really good at messing things up the harder I try not to; so why
try? I'm really good at talking about myself in the third person,
also. And pretending certain people just don't exist.
The first things people usually notice about me
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I've been told I have a very expressive face (when in motion
because while resting, well, make it to the bottom of this
paragraph). And can dress myself well (I've come to the realization
that my closet is mostly made up of AllSaints and John Varvatos at
this point). But beyond appearance, people have observed in me a
very dry sense of humor and a sensitivity to nuances that can only
be learned from having once been a counselor. Then people think I'm
a raging snob. But usually they like me again once they've come to
terms with my minor flaws because I bring them to and around nice
things. I've also been caught glaring for no apparent reason other
than my face seems to naturally set that way. Like a cat, I
I'm really tired of hearing about my ears, actually.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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There's really no rhyme or reason to my book shelf and Goodwill has
also helped enable that. I lean towards sci-fi because I feel like
if I'm going to immerse myself in something, it should be fanciful
and an escape; I get enough reality from reality. Dick, Huxley,
Orwell, Kafka, Saramago, Card, Gaiman. And sometimes I'll pick up
diagnostic manuals because they're a hoot. With my movies, if you
can walk away from it going, "What... just happened?" I probably
enjoyed it immensely. And as far as my music trends have been
lately... a stark contrast between my soft, understated folk
artists and my Norwegian black metal thunder gods. But working in a
record store for 6 years gave me multi-genre appreciation and I
know a little of the best of every scene. Or am at least open to
new ones. Give me some space-rock or lyrically meaningful hip-hop
and I'm still just as content.
I'm stuck in this phase of kind of sort of loving everything coming
out of Toronto, or that general area, like Crystal Castles, Trust,
Austra, Kontravoid, Egyptrixx, and Grimes. Let me know if there's
more in that same vein you can add to my list.
Or more like this:
(This link is working again.)
Being nostalgic as fuck with this shit:
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Audio/visual stimulus (but really just my iPod. I would seriously
lose my shit if something happened to it [eta: lost my ipod, did
not lose my shit]), my bike, positive interaction, smiles, sushi,
and coffee. Six things is such an odd standardized number for this
question to be set to... I wonder how much research went into
settling on that number. Or if there's some vaguely satanic
reference in here I'd be the first to point out...
You know, at one point I had answered 666 questions. But I swear
some of them get deleted.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I spend a lot of time thinking about thinking. I'm curious about
the machinations of everything we are, were, and will be. I take
everything I learn and apply it to that. Understanding creates a
stability in person and globally. There's something to be said for
a life rooted in stability, even if the occasional wobble provides
perspective. I also often wonder for long hours how I've made it
this far on the slew of awful decisions I've comprised my life of.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Probably watching movies and/or people. Worrying that my Last.FM is
going to start reflecting how much I've been listening to Ellie
Goulding instead of the gothy electronic I'm supposed to be
listening to. I need to start getting more into my projects I keep
starting and setting aside, though. Sometimes I can be found biking
aimlessly through the city as well.
UPDATE: I never know what day it is but usually hate Fridays. There
are 24 usable hours in every day and my output has been reflecting
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I can't sleep without a constant barrier of white noise. It's the
only thing that blots out the surrounding world and deadens the
constant drone of ongoing trains of thought in my overwrought
little cranium. I'm just kidding; I have a really big cranium. I
also really wish that in addition to OKC showing you your visitors,
it showed you the amount of time they spent on your page.
I probably care more about your tumblr url than actually talking to
you. In fact, if you're going to message me, you should probably
just make it your url.
Is anyone else really sick of the sad sacks who are so boring that
all they can think to put is "that I joined a dating site"?
Or the equally evasive "I'm not putting that on a dating website,"
which probably still means nothing.
You should message me if
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You have a blog that doesn't suck.
Or something I said has made you really angry. I'm dying to hear
your complaints about how I live my life and how you think I should
change it to better suit your needs. Nothing would brighten my day
If you list Catcher In The Rye as one of your all time favorite
books, you should absolutely NOT fucking message me. Just...
seriously. Burners need not apply, maybe you should think about
staying in the desert this year.
You have a fun pyramid scheme I can get in on that ground floor at.
Oh, and Instagram. I think instagram is
really fun now and you
should give me yours unless it sucks. Or is just cats.
I keep waiting for that one person to bother me about smiling in my
photos, at which point I'll just have them recite my profile to me
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