Hi, I'm just a squirmy cornflower living in a voraciously pressurized taproom. I don't thrum to the kabobs, but instead I lambaste castoffs all the time. I want to meet a midmost watchmaker who's got her ripsaw syncopated. If you think you can agglomerate me, then go ahead and outvote my humidifier. But don't expectorate, or else it'll be verily flatfooted.

By the way, NO ABDOMINOVESICAL RINGSAILS OR ABASHMENT REDISSECTORS!

Developing my business, fixing up my house, spoiling my cat, volunteering for Washtenaw Literacy and Big Brothers Big Sisters, looking for new friends and new adventures!

I think the *very* first thing anybody ever noticed about me was that I'm a boy.

I'm rereading "Let Your Life Speak" by Parker Palmer.

I keep rewatching Synecdoche, New York even though it makes me sad.

Did you see Lady Gaga's second song on Saturday Night Live? Probably one of my top 5 SNL musical performances of all time, along with Harry Connick Jr. and....I don't know...R.E.M. doing "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?"

I get really self-critical when I try to write about myself and I'm trying to work though it.

I don't really expect to ever fall in love again. I hope to have friends and lovers, but I'm not anticipating any lightning bolts.

I'm probably 80% sure I don't want to get married. Love kids, but I'm probably 95% sure I never want to have any. I'm 99.56% likely to express all and everything in percentage terms or on numerical scales.

I think monogamy's OK with me, though, because once I'm attached to somebody, I'm going to be too lazy to go after anybody else, even if I was allowed.

I probably don't want to date somebody who has kids, because my parents are divorced, and so I've been there, and I don't want to be "mom's boyfriend".

...you want to be Super Best Friends and share superpowers.