In past lives, I have been dubbed a "classy ass bastard," "a shit talker," and "band stalker."*
Sometimes I'm just hungry... sometimes tired... sometimes I'm hungover, but never cranky.**
I'm a cross between stoic/avoidant/shyguy and overemotional/blanketing/extrovert.
I like to think I work this duality to a frenzy.
I'm still a non-pretentious, self-proclaimed, music snob. That. Won't. Ever. Stop.
I'm currently working on/into drinking coffee and beers, growing my hair again so I can cut it, spilling my guts at a glacial pace on my blog -- letsmakealist at blogspot, reading up on music makers and critics, much creative license with punctuation, STILL planning out my edward gorey tattoo, mix cds, and sorting out my "life" life from my work life.
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* Not in the following Phish around the country sort of way, but rather in a nagging, play our small town, play our small town, play OUR small town, sort of way.
** um, sarcasm.
