[fraserbrown]

Saw this on a dating site (beat). Just too funny to read.

In My Own Words

What is going on? Where am I?

More importantly: there are trees. Four of them. Somewhere.

I haven't really got an interest in anyone who isn't madly creative. Or just mad. Or who smothers their legs with over-ripe avacados.

I own a ukulele, accordion, electric guitar, classical guitar, air organ, djembe, tambourine, piano, harmonica, several recorders and various percussive instruments, and cannot play any of them particularly well. I paint things and make almost no money at it. I want a banjo and a large block of clay.

My interests include private detectives, old hats, old suitcases, old radios, and washing my hair. Breaking into old abandoned buildings is also quite fun.

If you wish to communicate with me, I am much more likely to respond to a very short story that takes place on a train, or perhaps under the sea. Seriously, try saying "there was a bespectacled locomotive that ate itself," as opposed to "hey."

My dream date would involve a bit of harmless law-breaking and perhaps some frolicking.