I just bought an awesome house in September. Seriously awesome...
I'm an executive chef, and I play with food, and create recipes for a living. Also, I run the company's vendor operations at large events, and I'm behind the scenes at pretty much every music festival in the area, as well as some, now, in Dallas and Houston. My job also involves coming up with puns, and slogans, and names for things, brainstorming, problem solving, taking pictures, making videos, meeting people, going out to eat, road tripping, partying, and yes, I'm still talking about my job... It's pretty great.
I play instruments and write songs.
There is always music stuck in my head. There are several musical ensembles that exist only in my brain.
I imagine little stories and dialogues for myself. Then I immediately forget them.
I believe in the multiverse, reincarnation, and ghosts.
I'm not incapable of worrying about things.
Memories pop into my head, unsolicited and seemingly irrelevant, especially of places: rooms and street intersections... from all different times in my life- sometimes, from my dreams.
I think aliens are already here living among us and I'm cool with it.
Girls, recipes, puns, technology, humor, syntax, death, sex, money, rhythm, harmony, dissonance, absurdity, Helen Keller, the bottom of the ocean...
Here goes, I hate [filling] these things [out], laid back, easy going, outgoing, down to earth, drama free, lol, love to have fun, living it, work hard play hard, I'm an open book/just ask, there is no typical friday night, if I told you then it wouldn't be private,
P.s. I have a vehicle and a career.
P.p.s. I usually only message people if they have messaged me first, or if okc tells me that we have liked eachother. I know you ladies are overwhelmed with messages. I may occasionally break from this policy if I feel especially inspired to do so, and I have been known to send messages free of any romantic hopes or intentions. If I read your profile and it really talks to me, I may just want to let you know that I appreciated it.
Basically, though, if you think you might ever want to meet me, you probably better hit me up or "like" me because I can't compete with all these shirtless douche bags.