becca

i love music and theatre and film and art (of course). i wish i were a photographer. my favorite painting is bohemia lies by the sea. i drink a lot of water. i eat healthy but i love food. i want to travel. i've been to england, france, russia, estonia, latvia, germany, poland, sweden, denmark, holland, belgium, japan and singapore. i'm really quiet until i'm really loud. i drink tanqueray and tonic like it's going out of style (unless steve the bartender makes them, in which case i drink them like they're rubbing alcohol). i love my friends. i am honest to a fault. i have dimples. i miss my pets. the only thing missing from the west coast is new york city. i like to get out of the shower, blast music and dance around in my towel while i clean my room. i grew up thinking i was really a gay man. i am the boy in all my relationships. i have my mom's face and my dad's personality. i surround myself with talented and passionate people. i get upset with myself for not reading more often (and i'm currently trying to remedy that). i like to stroll around the farmers market on sunday morning, eating fresh kettle corn and picking up my fruit and veggies for the week. caffine makes me crazy, and often induces laughing attacks reminiscent of my creepy middle school days. sometimes i get to sit backwards on a tram and tell tourists about movies all day. other times i get to sit in an office and play games on yahoo while i answer and endless supply of phone calls. the rest of the time i complain about being unemployed, though by having five different jobs i probably qualify as one of the least unemployed people around. i am extremely grateful that barbara nagged me into moving to california.