Finn (short for Finneus).
I'm a (emotionally) starving artist. I have re-appropriated the terms queer and crazy and identify as such. I like many things but mostly humanity and the human experience. Call me they, for I am agender.
Basically, the blog reflects my current obsessions. I love Amy Poehler, Rachel Maddow, Parks and Recreation and SNL (one of those things sort of doesn't belong). I also post frequently about mental health issues.
I took a nap this late afternoon before dinner, and it was unusual for a few reasons. One, I actually slept, as opposed to just lying there as usually happens during my naps, and two, I vividly remember the tail end of my dream:
I was somewhere with a lot of people I knew, but somehow, I got caught in large, violent waves, and I think the water forced me over a waterfall. I was really struggling to get back but after a while I switched to just trying not to drown. The only way to escape was to swim/ wade in the direction in which I knew there to be shore. Sadly, this was the opposite direction of the waterfall I had gone over that separated me from my friends. The narration in my dream said, “You survived, but you cannot cross the waves.” I was dejected for a while, until I remembered that I might be able to fly (someone at one point told me when the time came, I would be able to fly), and you know, I was able to fly. I woke up as I was rising above the ground, imagining what the area would look like from above.
I love soft ice cream—stick the carton in the microwave for a few seconds til it is soft and melt-y on the edges, and it is heaven.
I’m watching the episode where Ben and Leslie meet, and I’m screaming, “THAT’S THE FATHER OF YOUR FUTURE CHILD, Leslie.”
Ben was so aloof and kind of depressing. Leslie really, really brought him out of his shell, and Ben anchored Leslie in practicality and I love them so much. Master Plan was the turning point. Before it, it was a joke, but after…