I am full of sass, sometimes shy, and enigmatic.
My Self-Summary
Eesh. Who really knows him/herself? This answer seems incredibly
difficult.
I have the personality of a cheap bottle of whiskey; I have the
unmitigated gall of a pack of unfiltered cigarettes; I have the
intrigue of a burning house.
In the end, my favourite flavour is Mint Chocolate Chip.
What I’m doing with my life
DIY taxidermy, bike riding, saving up money to live in Taiwan,
composting, dumpstering, painting/collaging, dancing at house
parties. Also, encouraging positive feminism (but that doesn't mean
anti-masculinism)
I’m really good at
Being honest (maybe too much), eating an entire cake on a single
breath, stretching, smelling scents from far off distances, and
giving high fives.
The first things people usually notice about me
effervescence, I suppose.
That I refuse to shake your hand. I really, really hate shaking
hands.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Bücher: Capote, Robbins, Vonnegut, Watterson, Chomsky, Goldman,
Dahl, Pratchett, Lovecraft, Bukowski, and Salinger. If there words
were oranges, I'd overdose on Vitamin C.
Filmen: Wet Hot American Summer.
Musik: I listen to a lot of stand up comedy (Bill Hicks, Louie
C.K., Lewis Black, Mitch Hedberg) in general, and the music depends
on mood (standbys include Pixies, Smashing Pumpkins, Modest Mouse,
Beethoven, Aphex Twin,Sonic Youth, the Smiths, Joy Division, Wolf
Parade, Devo, Neil Young). Also, Sunset Rubdown flows through my
bones and makes me shiver in the most delicious way. Like a robot
being electrocuted.
Food: Vegetarian, but I really, REALLY enjoy the smell of barbecue.
The six things I could never do without
radical thought, dirty old canvas rucksack, a clever sign, my
thumb, journal, and good conversation
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How odd skinny pregnant women look...like something Picasso
drew.
New projects to work on using found goods.
What people will say at my funeral.
How to bring about radical social change.
Translating things in my head into another language.
On a typical Friday night I am
using public transit to enter D.C. while drinking from my whiskey
flask and reading a book. Also, inconspicuously people watching.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I have furry underarms and enjoy them.
I have an acute sense of smell, and use it to detect people's
b.o.(which I highly enjoy; cologne is olfactorily offensive).
You should message me if
You're at least 6 feet tall and aren't afraid to run in the rain
through a field at night toward an abandoned house that feels
vaguely interesting.