Time is running out and it's already later than you think. For awhile I wanted to get that tattooed on my forearm, it's later than you think, but I gave up on the idea because, well, wouldn't that be weird? Yes. Thank you.

Me, I am passionate about many things in this hard cold life (ha, arent I funny too?). If we spend any time discussing books, movies or music I might clap my hands in delight, drool, or both. I love discussing. And laughing. And dancing around my living room. It's all about the journey, the search, the joy of discovering a hilly place with a bench and a tree two blocks from your home. Perhaps I should have the word serendipity tattooed on my arm. Let's destroy weltschmerz together! Tally-ho.

Show and tell me new things. Help me start fires on windy mountaintops. Drive to the trash dump with me to snap pseudo-arty digital pictures. We'll go to the record store, buy things, and burn copies of the good stuff for each other! Except I don't have a CD burner. Give me time, give me time ...