I peaked early, I guess.
Eight years of trumpeting, ten years of pool playing, one Oprah appearance and one arrest for overdue library books later, I went back to school, and today I'm a graphic designer at a decent company. I have a kid who's hilarious but doesn't live with me. I'm finally starting to find myself not actually having to work ALL the time, and trying to remember what the hell I'm supposed to do when that happens.
I'm gonna stop there, I think, because I much prefer a back-and-forth dialogue to just rambling on about myself to no one in particular. So sack up, Nancy, and say hello. I promise my creep quotient is reassuringly mild.
Or if you prefer, there are a couple of embarrassing stories in my Journal. ***EDIT: Journals have been retired, apparently. If you want the embarrassing stories, you'll just have to ask. Sorry.
Boy, that went off the rails at the end there.
Yeah, okay, that... that's not true at all. But honestly, I don't know. I don't notice myself very often.
I'm pickier about TV than the rest, though, so if you don't appreciate The Wire, The West Wing, or Arrested Development, I might turn my nose up at you. Community has recently earned itself a spot on my short list as well, and having just finished the second season I'm finding myself having to make a conscious effort to keep from saying "coolcoolcool" all the damn time.
The first step to recovery is admitting there's a problem though, right? Maybe there's some kind of social therapist out there who specializes in typical Friday nights. Or I could read up on it. "Typical Friday Nights for Dummies." Yeah, that's it.
It started with thinking he was funny on that show. Van Wilder, same thing. Over time it became impossible not to notice he's kind of a total package. Ridiculous, boyish good looks, perfect hairline, comedic sensibilities, chiseled abs, tight butt...
Er... no homo.