Slightly aloof social isolate w/ a self-deprecating style of wit and charm. I think too much. I am completely harmless and require constant validation. At times I am a walking disaster, a train wreck. I am fashionably illiterate. Thin w/ a belly. Easily amused. A Sag. I fidget. I am funny... looking. I'm a daydreaming space cadet (everything goes in one ear and out the other). I sleep in my clothes. I need to eat candy bars slower and appreciate them more. I like to read and I collect books much faster than I will ever finish them. I like notebooks, too, and prefer pencils because I screw up a lot. I love listening to music in my big headphones and making/getting mix tapes. Hearing people laugh makes me laugh. I continue walking when I'm on an escalator. I drive right and pass left. I stay for the credits. I turn off the juice when not in use. I'm pretty sure I can help. I believe that when your team is up a run w/ runners in the corners and one out you don't do the wave. I could usually go for a nap. Most times I have an umbrella. I walk at 116 bpm. Tree hugger -- I don't go camping enough yet I fear wildlife and tend to get lost. I love stargazing and wish more people cared about dark sky. My pockets are filled w/ stuff and I sometimes jingle when I walk. Good conversationalist -- easy to get along with. Solid bass playing, rubix cube solving skills. I walk to work. Pez collector. Although I'm pretty sure I'm not delusional, I am definitely hyper-paranoid.
Bassist with the neo-olde timey Rev. T-Bagg & His Fantabulous T-Baggadelics , David Stone: The Johnny Cash experience , and most recently with the Purple Generals . I've almost finished my record, but you're most likely to never hear it. So it goes.
