koa

i like to think i'm real tough and dark and shit but some times cuss words really limits ones vocabulary. besides, i'm too much of a homo not to dig pretty stuff "dang! that armoir is really a great example of deco in an arts and crafts setting.. it kinda works". i like writing music that is so introspective that not only can no one actually relate to it but the unfortunate few that get to hear it are embarrassed like when you accidently read someone's diary. i love fixing shit that can't be fixed (ie furniture, cars, the world, whatevers.) i get a charge bringing underappriciated things into the lime light; either little known factoids or the majesty of the ukulele. i rode a moped for years in full knowledge that i looked like a circus bear. for 4000 miles to the gallon, wouldn't you? my bicycle is names after the protagonist in chitty chitty bang bang. crackticus has saved my miserable life more times than i wish he would have. sailing is one of the very few activities worth undertaking. i can't imagine living more than 15 minutes away from the ocean. i was named after st. ann, the grandmother of jesus. i've got more catholic tattoos than the pope. i don't like people telling me about their religion, but i hate sacrilege. it makes my think of a bratty kid going "nu, uhh. nu, uhh." and trying to make people feel bad about themselves and their beliefs, at the same time. irreverence can be funny because it doesn't target victims. all that is the human part, i'm really a reindeer. seriously. on the inside i'm a reindeer. if you say anything about all that santa bullshit, i'll bust you in the fucking grill.