I am widely considered to be the master of the single entendre.
Looking back, nostalgia is my only regret.
I grew up in a wood shop in the Junction; I've lived most of my adult life in Parkdale. Yes, the wood shop thing is true.
My Dad used to say, "Don't burn your bridges." So I started napalming them.
Then I burned down his wood shop.
I hate the smell of sawdust in the morning, or any other time of day.
I don't want to go back in time, I want to bring time to me.
I'm not always serious.
But seriously, I am willing to meet people just to have fun. But I am looking for a relationship, eventually, but not just with anyone who fits my application requirements. We have to have chemistry, too: we should both have carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen. Or it's just not going to work if one of us is not human.
Now I feel guilty about my chauvinistic human-centric xenophobia as expressed above. Sorry, I'm only human.
I am anti-stalker.
I actually don't have application requirements. I get along with most people who are engaged mentally. You may be happy to meet someone who says things you find insightful and get really excited and want to tell me insightful things. Someone who realizes that I am by far the most modest person in the entire world. Gets irony. Likes analyzing creative ideas using reason, realizing that they function together in spite of what Wordsworth says. Someone who is passionate about art (in the broad sense). Doesn't have unresolved anger problems that get dumped on others. However, I don't mind introspective, unresolved existential anxiety, that's worldly and sexy, and I suspect those who scoff at it have small souls. There, I said it.