So, first of all, I'm a recovering native Austinite, and I've
gotten past wishing you'd all leave. I just occasionally yell
things about Mopac and this person or that being a douche. It's
quite infrequent, and I like to think that it's more charming than
anything else.
I've lived in London, Paris, and Chicago, but I always seem to make my way back here. I je t'aimed paris and all, but I had to quit playing the rock and roll music and go to school. Chicago wind is like a thousand vampires (not the Twilight-y kind) eating your soul. London had British people.
I love doing any and everything in this city: the theater, opera, running, swimming, water sports, seeing shows, playing bocce, wiping dog poop off the bocce ball that had a little too much "oomph" behind it (wait, that's for the next paragraph where I just rant about crap I don't like).
On that note (the austin one, not the poop one), I really like sneaking out of Austin and finding things to do in all the amazing little towns that surround us. In case you're not in the know, Texas is amazing; you should certainly leave the city every now and again (and no, it's not a trick to get all of you new people out of the city).
If you're really itching to find something to talk to me about, I have seven sisters. Wrap your mind around that. We do a little Von Trapp thing where we all come out before bedtime and sing little bits about how we don't want to go to bed. I totally come out in little footy pajamas and say something like, "I'm sweeeepy!" which was effin' adorable until the age of about 20.
Sometimes, people learn my last name and then they say, "wait, are you gay?" Why, yes. My last name is so mighty in its suggestive powers that it has been converting otherwise straight people for centuries. 87% of the living gay people were the direct result of my family's strange name choice.
I just realized that this collection of words is known as "My Self-Summary." Yup, that's me in a nutshell. Nice.
I've lived in London, Paris, and Chicago, but I always seem to make my way back here. I je t'aimed paris and all, but I had to quit playing the rock and roll music and go to school. Chicago wind is like a thousand vampires (not the Twilight-y kind) eating your soul. London had British people.
I love doing any and everything in this city: the theater, opera, running, swimming, water sports, seeing shows, playing bocce, wiping dog poop off the bocce ball that had a little too much "oomph" behind it (wait, that's for the next paragraph where I just rant about crap I don't like).
On that note (the austin one, not the poop one), I really like sneaking out of Austin and finding things to do in all the amazing little towns that surround us. In case you're not in the know, Texas is amazing; you should certainly leave the city every now and again (and no, it's not a trick to get all of you new people out of the city).
If you're really itching to find something to talk to me about, I have seven sisters. Wrap your mind around that. We do a little Von Trapp thing where we all come out before bedtime and sing little bits about how we don't want to go to bed. I totally come out in little footy pajamas and say something like, "I'm sweeeepy!" which was effin' adorable until the age of about 20.
Sometimes, people learn my last name and then they say, "wait, are you gay?" Why, yes. My last name is so mighty in its suggestive powers that it has been converting otherwise straight people for centuries. 87% of the living gay people were the direct result of my family's strange name choice.
I just realized that this collection of words is known as "My Self-Summary." Yup, that's me in a nutshell. Nice.
