I’m Ryan, some people call me Ry. You can if you want to, if not-I have also been known to respond to Ryzilla, Zilla, Buttface, Menace, and Blondie.
I once spent a year referring to my brother as Mutant. I now call him kid-Ginger. He features in the blog sometimes.
I haven’t had a real address in two years. I’ve been traveling and writing. I am in love with Paris and I haven’t lived in the US since 2006.
I have an obsession with sandwiches. Seriously. Making them is an art form, and I’m all about it. If you serve me a dry sandwich, I really don’t know if our friendship will survive.
I write stories about my life, but I try to keep love and dating out of it unless it just happens to be something so ridiculous I feel like sharing.
I was never a cheerleader because I have the coordination of an ox and lack the proper motivation for flipping around in a skirt with a bunch of girls who would kill me in their sleep if given the chance.
I was definitely a drama geek. I’ve been known to dress up in costumes for no reason, and have an ability to convince others to join the festivities. Nothing screams good-time like wandering a public park dressed as a giant foam condiment (ketchup, mustard, or mayo-foreign options also up for discussion).
People who bite their silverware should be shot.
That was a hoot. Glad we talked.