I’m a happy twenty-something that generally doesn’t have much to say but wants to say something anyway. I write / edit / shoot / crop / copy / paste / type / saturate / render / for a living.
I love bananas. The older I get, the lazier I get, and the more I like it. I have one vice, and that vice is Coke Zero.
I pretend to know much more about computers than I do. I pretend to know much less about human behavior than I do.
I love a handful of people, and I think they know it.
I’m allergic to aspirin.
I’m right-handed and left-brained.
I compulsively check the weather forecast. I compulsively wash my car. I sleep well. I eat too well.
I have had entire conversations clucking like a chicken. I set my alarm for 6 and get up at 7.
I’m fidgety. I’m confident and comfortable, but still manage to be sheepish.
I have to consciously remind myself to break eye contact in one-on-one conversations. I always wear a watch. I never plan on growing up.
I hate winter, but I love snow.
I cannot say the word “accompaniment” to save my life.
I have virtually no tolerance for arrogance. I rearrange my furniture occasionally to keep things “fresh.” Bad grammar in writing drives me insane. Bad grammar in conversation makes me laugh.
I recognize that most people will inevitably let you down at times. I recognize that most people will inevitably exceed your expectations at times.
I buy cheap shampoo and expensive conditioner. I love bad music.
I own a mandolin that I can’t play.
I’ve never been one of the cool kids.
Welcome – I hope you enjoy the view through the peephole!
(And feel free to drop me a line anytime!)
