I can see where this is going...

I'm an engineer at a helicopter company and I wear shit like this to work (today actually)...

Why yes! That IS a snail leaving a snail trail on the hem of that skirt, oh business cas...

There are times when I have been at work, school, going potty, etc. and I get this overpowering urge to go to the nearest thrift store. It is uncontrollable and has a mind of its own, and I can't calm down until I finally go. I love how they smell, I love the assortment of random home furnishings they contain, I love the thrill of the hunt, I love it all.

I also read, a lot, even Steinbeck... go figure.

I have short hair and glasses. Always.

I work out frequentlyish.

I curse like a sailor.

I am at a decidedly weird place in my life.

Aside from that I have these little wigglin' wobblin' purveyors of pure, unadulterated adoration and love...

I am sure the details of my existence are trivial at best, but I feel it is only polite to introduce myself should anyone stumble across this little gem.