My Self (but not my body)

It should be known that my intense self-love / self-loathing dichotomy serves as sort of a moat around the image I present to the world, preventing anything realistic from getting in. As a result, I have plenty of skewed, contradictory opinions about everything- from the political (which I try not to address in art, but which I’d be glad to bore any passing stranger with) to the religious; the basest of the base to the snootiest of the snoot; music to history to human nature.

It should also be known that, wait, that shouldn’t be known.

I don’t fool myself that anyone cares much about the boring details of my life, so I’ll just do some bullets:

• I am younger than Julian Sands, but older than Julian Kavanaugh
• I have a BFA in Printmaking
• I have a BMI of 21
• My building’s AHJ for fire protection is the Fulton County Fire Marshal
• I can’t think of any other three letter acronyms
• For all practical purposes, I am a native of Decatur, GA
• One of my eyes is noticeably greener than the other
• I look way worse naked than my drawings may lead you to believe
• I am way better in the sack than my ex-boyfriends may lead you to believe
• You have no way of verifying the previous bullet
• I’m assuming you stopped reading 6 bullets ago
• Zeppelin rules!

Seriously, though, if actually want to know the story of my life, buy me a pint.