At night I am a part time music student at Juilliard in New York City, where I lead a merry band of electro-acoustic musicians one step further toward their ultimate destiny, starvation.
By day I work high up in the clouds, on a white platform encased in glass. That's code for working for the man.
...Sometimes I say things like, "All the most fucked up people I've ever met in my life are adopted," to an adopted person.
The last two times I tried to recount this fact, I accidentally used the word "retarded" instead of "adopted."
Two things wrong with me: I pay no attention to women's chests and asses, and I go to the opera like its going out of style. Hmm... combine this with the next fact and I really have to ask myself: Am I a repressed homosexual or am I really just having an awesome time?
My particular form of dancing could be more accurately described as somthing akin to African dancing combined with electroshock therapy. I can't explain. Just give me the Outkast and let us do the damn thang.
I have a penchant for learning to play as many instruments as I can get my hands on. I'd like to think that I'm skilled at playing even one of them. It would be awful nice to think that.
I'm a good listener. I'm extremely experienced but remain astoundingly naive, so please let me know in advance if you're going to lie to me about your dad being friends with Bill Clinton. Starry-eyed, I will totally believe you.
