The story of our intrepid hero begins on a brisk autumn day in Western New York. Some stuff happens in between my birth and now. I moved to Florida. At some point I decided I liked being not broke more that I like blissful, wonderful balmy weather so I moved back up north. Then I decided that I like being not broke and in blissful balmy weather so I moved back to Florida!
I manage apartments. Like a boss.
Planning my next hike.
Have you ever been to a Roller Derby match?! BAM! I just did it.
I love, heart, love, <3 any book that is set on an island in the South Pacific. Every summer I read Sex Lives of Cannibals. My copy is full of sand and the sun has melted the glue that has a lot of pages together and it is the best.
I am currently having a love affair with memoir-esque books about thru-hiking the various long trails in the US. I read Wild because I loved the movie and I haven't been able to stop.
I will watch the weirdest goddamn shit on Netflix and beyond. I wholehearted believe that they have created a category called "Just the Weirdest Crap" for me.
I just watched all of the Vault on Youtube. You should watch it and we can talk about how good it was despite the disappointing ending.
Chicken Wings, Baked Goods, my hater blockers, french fries (At this point, I've come to the realization that I shouldn't make a list while hungry.)
Nook, this really comfortable pillow I have.
hint - It's Falcor, motherfuckers!