I simultaneously love and hate talking about myself. Because yeah I’m awesome (most people are) but saying it sounds so self absorbed. Like a sham wow.
Ever met a polyvore? Someone who is interested in a bit of everything and hard to describe? That’s often how my brain functions, interested in too many projects at once.
When I’m not working I am decorating my house, reading about serial killers, spoiling my dogs, editing photos of distant lands, fake cooking or planning my next adventure.
I have these 3 great dogs, each with their own little personality. Love that I don’t have to worry about getting them into college or finding a mate (’cause they’re neutered – zing!).
I’m more comfortable here
Don’t ask me how, but there’s a difference. Maybe because I can’t hold a genuine smile for 5 minutes?
When I’m not working on the business jazz, I can usually be found doing something around my place. My house, like me, is a constant transformation. It’s my most expensive creative expression yet. Ever owned real estate in California? You know that’s right.
I work from here
(don’t be jealous, it, like many school aged children, only looks this good on picture day)
and also here
and maybe someday here again
I’m also allergic to bullshit, tired of guru worship and in love with the realness that only happens when the masks come off.
Other random things I like include
- Making my dogs run after stuff.
- Photographing weird shit.
- Winning arguments in my head.
- Marathons. TV shows specifically.
- Judging people.
- Driving at night with my head lights off.
- Organizing stuff until I feel all powerful.
Wanna know anything else? Just ask. I don’t bite unless provoked.