I'm a flying squirrel trapped in a man's body. I have this embarassing ninjalike ability to seem completely bland, yet my innards are filled with crushed stained glass, hundreds of tacky half-written love songs and the screenplays for at least four art-house flops.
I obviously missed out on some important coming of age moment in my life, as I still get far too excited about things and forget to guard myself in public. I'm also far too optimistic for someone who is aware of the human condition. I'm emotionally engaged in everything I do, whether it's something meaningless like making love or something of utmost importance, like getting lunch at Chipotle.
I love my family even though they're every last one of them completely nuts. I don't like watching or playing competitive sports, but I dig getting physical. I love anything creative -- the more easily ridiculed by others the better. I think kissing is underrated. I believe in love, but I don't think anyone knows precisely what it is. I wish I was more beautiful and interesting. Doesn't everyone?
