"Self, what's my summary?"
"Huh? I dunno, haven't thought about it for a while. There's the school thing, you like doing that. And the bike. And all that crap you've been building."
"Yeah, but that's just what I'm doing."
"You spend too much time with your dog."
"You've seen him. You telling me you don't want to? Now what do I put down here for my summary?"
"Dude, I dunno. You were in the navy, then you worked, now you're in school. Why are you talking to your self? Girls don't like that."
"Ugh."

That's kind of a big question, isn't it? Well, I'm going to grad school getting ready to do something important. I'm slowly working on my awesome BMX and soccer skillz too. Beyond that, I try to keep my schedule open.

Fixing things and making a mess.

Red hair?

-coffee
-my toolbox
-the dog
-NPR
-a soccer ball
-body-numbing sex

How to make stuff better. And what I'm going to do all day while everybody else is at work.

Looking for a dive bar or geekin' out at home listening to music

I eat an absurd amount of peanut butter.

You're curious about the world and doing something about it.
You realize all this made up human stuff isn't intrinsically important.
You're responsibly irresponsible.
You wanna grab a drink with me.