I still read comic books, watch cartoons and regulate sleeping temperature by sticking my leg outside of the blanket. I make sure my pillow is extra cold before resting my head on it. I suffer from chronic fits of whimsy. My friends and I act out imaginary characters ranging from Tiny Zookeeper, Blueberry, Apathetic Spider-Man and Squeaky Ninja. I have a BA in International Affairs that has zero practical application in my day-to-day life. My law school diploma is currently missing although previously it occupied my bathroom wall. I have gotten second place at bar trivia with only a sock puppet as my assistant. Nature has decreed its opposition to my continued existence and I believe that one day I will succumb to her rage in some bizarre accident that will involve salmon. I can play the clarinet, piano, guitar, the fool. I once ate 20 eggs.
I'm looking for a partner in crime, someone to go on adventures with, a vixen with a sense of wanderlust. I want a girl who loves getting piggy-back rides and slow dancing to 80s power ballads. If there is a Casbah, she will rock it and the Sharif will not like it.
Things I wish existed:
Titanic 2: The Revenge!
Fudge Goes to College
The very best of the Cure edited as the soundtrack to My Girl
A breakfast cereal with tiny marshmallows shaped like the cast of Are You Being Served?
Elevator music to the stylings of Lords of Acid
A marching band that can perform the collective works of TV on the Radio (Think of how awesome "I Was a Lover" would sound).
The return of Northern Exposure. Moose!