Somewhere between full-blown, torment stricken life and a troupe of notorious monkeys, exists an oddball room where I, fueled by coffee, wine, and occasional fries, labor with simple strings to tie the noose in order to kill the stereotype. I am a mix of contradictions. I have an uncanny ability to obfuscate the obvious. I like chewing ideas and spitting words. My mind is Bruce Vilanch.
I think politics defies Darwinism, a good book is a cure for a bad mood, poetry was invented as an excuse for depression, and Facebook is a platform for unintentional comedy. I laugh at inappropriate things. I believe inner life is mental masturbation. I’m an introvert in an extrovert’s clothing. I’m secretly jealous of people that know mind-blanking. Sporadically, I pretend my body is a spaceship navigating through life. I’m easily amused. Nothing can be given anything. I’m a sucker for puns. Ironies make me smile. I think chance is the greatest storyteller. I believe tragedy makes it stick.
I love star gazing, people watching and finding Waldo*. I ask a lot of questions. I’m broadminded, but it gets very narrow in places. I’m known for unexpectedly jumping dimensions, accidentally finishing the wine, and occasionally challenging gravity. I have good intentions.
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