About me:
A badly formatted idea in a fit, overhyped package and barely awake half the time. I obsess over small things and mindless trivia while the world burns. I am always a few data points shy of a sandwich. I have no time for suffering fools but I will suffer foolishly for reality television, minute-long fads, minutia and obscure histories that people hide under thriftstore blankets, wandering aimless through the woods alone, making my mind up and not telling anyone, becoming a homeowner during a sellers market, making bad bets, choosing strange bedfellows, stale politics, outdated affections from the 90's, antiquated afflictions from the 1930's, mirroring the spectacle of neighborhood tabloid journalism in my own "la dolce vita", making statements that are edgy and laughable but I'll end up regretting, making fun of people who can't be helped, keeping my hands inside the moving car, taking the L train, seeing the light and then quickly losing it, becoming a world-class epicure, making a bed and not laying in it, drinking suicidally, driving socially, discussing chronically and metering moronically the descent/ascent of my life on the corporate darwinian evolutionary scale, listening to a far off cry, hearing the sound of my heartbeat played out in skips on an mp3 while I open my excel file.....
Who I'd like to meet:
Sports Fanatics and Lovers of the Game...