I'll be drinking up the natural world until myself or the earth is scorched. I'm actively trying to prevent both. I balance rocks. I play trombone, but can be cool despite that. I'm always outside. My twin sister tells me I'm good-looking, but I'm not convinced. I'm building a solar house. I have a healthy relationship with large predators. I've learned in my travels that most people who have life figured out don't have a pot to piss in. I smile compassionately when things get absurdly, dangerously bad. But dumb drivers still annoy me. I have an acute sense of fairness which came from splitting birthday cake with aggressive siblings. I enjoy the mystery in cooking. I love visiting my family for less than 3 days. Cold weather makes me think better. I keep my head and take over when people get hurt. I stumble over the obvious, but later acknowledge it. I stay very fit, but not lean. I have exellent rhythm, but am an average dancer. I'm prone to stumbling into ghosts. It runs in the family. I fight my argumentative side constantly. I'm sure the next life has powder skiing too.

You can drop everything and disappear sometimes. Your contagious smile will cost me dinners and arguments. You use your athleticism to explore the world. You're pretty, but focused on bigger stuff. You know how inept GW is and feel badly for him. It tempers your rage. You really like massages and the smell of wet sage in Spring. You're OK with my insane work travel schedule. You would like a dog who can stop at crosswalks without chaos ensuing. You won't find my bird books nerdy. You enjoy your independence. Food fights are OK. You take mushrooms once a year to keep things in perspective. You're affectionate. Your taste in music is a bit odd. You want children, but not tomorrow. You'll always take the hard path over the wrong path.