Anything you throw at me I'll try to enjoy it to the best of my abilities- ie hobby horse racing. There is no need to try to enjoy it. It'll happen all by itself. The enjoyment. You feeling it. It'll happen.
I am bison, fugue, and red-blooded
Update: No longer in Queens (24 years) or San Francisco (5 years).
Recently moved to Boise for more school and could use a dance partner and a trip taker and an adventurer. Also, I'm really into making my own foods from scratch: drinks, breads, meats, pickles. If you are too, we can ferment like mo-fos.
Update: I am no longer good at drinking smoothies.
Update: The thing is gone. I was mistaken. It was indeed an animal. Now you will find that whatever fed the animal above my lip, is now feeding the mop on top of my head. It has grown long.
Update: The animal has now repositioned itself and colonized the rest of my face. Approach with caution.
Update: Looking Awry, A Little Life, a thousand plateaus, Hopkins, Claudia Rankine, Sisyphus.
Update: We only need bookstores, bars, and coffee shops. Flowers are negligible and windows are overrated.
Whether or not I'll drink within my budget this week.
Update: Mostly whether I can weather my time in Boise.
Update: I no longer get nervous. You have nothing!
Update: Again, if you fermented stuff, like adventures, dismantle the patriarchy on the daily, and can communicate well with others.