I've never learned to talk about myself without resorting to listing my various likes/dislikes/etc., besides which I have long secretly harbored the questionable habit of making a list for every occasion, so I'll start with what I know best:
Likes: public libraries, small children, big tracts of wilderness, the bizarre, the hilarious, the melancholy, the smell of wet asphalt, honesty, trying new foods, baking, incorrigible old people.
Dislikes: two-faced rat-bastardry, creeps who haunt public libraries, spinach that is not baby, people who are mean to animals, dentists, los angeles summer days.
I am twenty three years old; I attract crazy people wherever I go, I spoil the shit out of my cats, I've held many an odd job, and I've been thinking about starting a blog practically forever. It's my dearly held belief that contradiction is the essence of existence, that my reality is probably not yours (it might not even deign to greet yours if they passed each other on the street), and that the only way to cure sadness is to listen to a sad song. Most likely something written by Sam Cooke or Otis Redding. Anyway, I guess this is growing up. Or my blog about it, in any case.
