I also work with a teaching artist, teaching theater at an inner city high school. Those kids have definitely noticed by now that I only seem to own three tops - because everything else I own is either covered in paint or torn to shreds.
I buy philodendrons and make messes and put a little vanilla extract in my eggs for french toast.
I use my grandpa's power drill from the 1930s, I'm still learning how to make fun of myself, I repurposed an old ethernet cable to hang the mesh triple basket kitchen thing for garlic and mail, and have a second fridge for beer.
I devour mythologies, folklore, and the stories we tell ourselves.
I'd like to start boxing.
I dream extremely vividly, and every night.
Calvin and Hobbes are my muses.
If I owned my apartment, every wall would be covered in murals.
I untrain peoples' dogs when I play with them, and have the bruises to prove it. They're fun when they're rambunctious.
I love the smell of bonfire in my hair, especially after a night of skinny dipping. I come alive for the Perseids and bioluminescent dinoflagellates. I love spending long weekends backpacking.
I furtively enter American Apparel once a month to snag a free copy of Vice magazine.
"I'm interested in the million tiny deaths that occur in everyday human interaction."