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Two years ago I jaunted cross coast to become a famous stand up comic. Nice choice right out of college. I rubbed elbows with the best of the west's famous and got disillusioned *who'da thunk?

Chilling in my eclectic apartment now, Moby's softly bubbling on the stereo, watching a friend study new quartz crystals he brought back from the mountains. Wine's on the left, cat on the right. Life's good- DON'T BOTCH IT. ahemmm

Everything that I'm supported by, from my job to my friends to my high spirit, keep me level enough so that I push my comfort zones: artistic, communal, sexual, social, emotional, and spiritooaal.

So, let's be honest, I'm exactly like every other well-adjusted white dude in this town that's looking at a bigger picture. We're not all ascendent masters, I still drink Redbull at parties for god's sake. And I swing both ways, so if that's icky, adios, sister. My best friends say I have "FOMO," or fear of missing out. They're always right.

But that's where I think the honey's found. Not aisle 6!!!! in folks who are WISE, opened up from experience. I flow best with friends that test their barriers.
I back them, they back me, we all get better at jamming away at life, just like drummers back guitarists when it's time to solo. yolo.

I spend my week nights teaching folks ballroom dancing, salsa, the whole enchilada that you see on tv. I take well to other creative teachers. I'm putting the gas on a deeper look into life via dancing, music during my mornings and afternoons. Any media has potential.

I'm a million different people from one day to the next, but each one's a little ballsier and wiser than the last. Now please check out someone else's profile right m'raow, ya starting to bore me.
MaiAbs4U <--- seems like a classy amateur DJ & second-time-round scholar.

It's easier to riff here
Becoming a better dance teacher and role model.
Loosening up my dancing.
Bringing together dance circles.
Whoring out my virtues instead of cleaning my car.
Singing in public more often.
Learning ukelele.
Meditating.
Dancing way too late into the night. Need a curfew.
Reading on yogic traditions.
Trying to find a handle on ancient-timeless myths (cue music).

Really looking to broaden and deepen my education on all the above so if you're fluent in C. Jung, Greek or Egyptian mythology, reggae-dubstep, Isadora Duncan, archetypal astrology, salsa, cognitive psychology, yoga, or Taoism, I'm STOKED to chat with you. But at least mention what you're passionate about. I'll cut you an even deal. I guess I know a few things about a few things so let's learn new things about true things? Then we'll dance at Temple.

Smellling amaaazing. Editing myself.

1. My beard.
2. A dope hat above the beard.
3. I'm rude and polite in the same sentence. Rah rah go you.

Liked House of Leaves. Nietzsche gives me morningwood... or mourningwood? Rimshot. Kerouac treated me poorly. Get a lot out of Steinbeck. Sedaris is fun. Tried to plow through Ulysses too many times. Even tried the book on tape. Should have thought twice, jesus h. christ.
Doing more eastern philosophy stuff recently. But why are you still reading this? Go take a walk outside. You're getting paler by the minute.

I'm just gonna let ya down. Save your time. I rarely watch movies any more. Two hours is a long time to stare. Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Strangers, Children of Men, topshelf stuff. But a movie-rendezvous sounds godawful. I have a movie experiment I've been wanting to try, but it involves standing and yelling at intervals, so it borders on exercise for those of you who are "into film." Did you know that having a Netflix account now qualifies a person as a film scholar? I don't have Netflix, but I do own a car, so I'm like hella-fluent in the cycles of the oil industry. Wassup girl.

I'm always trying to find funky hiphop, good drumnbass shows, good reggae-dubstep remix shows. Psy/trip-rock. Folks who love bad indie rock are dealbreakers, we aren't ever going to vibe all that deeply, sorry. If it's on FM radio, it may be "bad," or it may be "heinous."
I like North Indian meals. Pretty much anything rich and exotic, really. I rarely sit down for nice meals, but I respect the folks who do. I'm more of a pick up a sandwich & go guy.

friends who would probably take at least a nonlethal bullet for me. music. sex. hope. laughter. imagination. oh, and my daily habit of emptying trashbags full of my dead lottery tickets into the wind, to fertilize the sidewalks with my ALL(!) VEGAN(!) MULCH(!)

Plans to stay on a regular sleeping schedule, how to contribute to my friends and San Francisco, when am I actually going to clean the car, when the economy's going to be more ripe to my east coast brothers & sisters, whether or not to to buy a mattress topper, why I keep buying groceries from whole foods, how to best be relaxed AND charged, how to explain to my dear babyboomer parents why I pay money to dance at sweaty house shows, how far I've come and how far I still feel the need to go (when it comes to run-ons). Also, my reflection never looks familiar, which is eerie if you're working in a dance studio. Lacan, eat your heart out. Or Anne Rice.

Putting the old ticker to the test in a loud crowded space somewhere.

I'm bracist. Snaggletooths, fix that battle scene.

My friends have these traits-

At least college educated. Zap! Got ya. Stop reading. Just stop itttt
You'll make me a better me, and vice versa.
You're actually that one white chick on here that doesn't use "awesome" to describe herself and her boring, daddy-pays-for-everything life.
You have some explanation for the meaning of "Divine"
You're a burner, and you're a sharing proponent of community.
You possess a razor sharp edge.
Now and then you like a real challenge.
You're being pretty liberal about how much you meet the criteria, don't you think????
You don't complain, and self-pitiers make you queasy.
You're not still trying to make a career out of fashion design or modelling. Fame is a joke.
Did you know that I'm Banksy?
You know good beats,
You give good hugs.
Your style is fresh and IT'S YOU.
heyyy, macarena.