I'm engaged in unraveling the complexities of life,trying not to spin circles in the process et fading from illusion to oblivion. . . Gentrified bohemian, jaded dreamer, feral idealist. Still think I can change the world, for the better. Still in the quest for the perfect tree to sit under and attain Nirvana. Learning to invoke some Krishna mantras when in dire need of a parking spot. In the midst of satiating my yet unfulfilled cheesecake fetish (was eating dirt in india as a kid). I'm tortured by a weakness for words. I can't quite comprehend what an Activity Partner is. I have issues drinking coffee out of a wide mouth cup courtesy the length of my nose. I've transcended into divine chaihood. Sometimes I close my eyes and dance away in a trance. Once I confused the words flagrant and fragrant (some people are so sensitive). Mostly, I'm just random. I'm seriously considering running for President after Shwazerwhatshisface won. You know, living the American dream.

Someone thoughtful. Someone that got music. Someone that recycles. Someone that might accompany me to my soccer game and translate what my potty mouth spanish friends are yelling at me. Someone that will save me from chakrasaning, dandasaning et netflixasaning myself out of a social life. A modern day rendition of Vatsyayana's contortionalist libido monuments. Ok way too much symbolism in the last one. . .