because I like to talk about my feelings, that's why

My name is Joey. I am a paragon of maturity, as you can see.

And no, I don't really talk about my feelings here. Unless you're talking about feeling 'tipsy', or 'like a nap'. Then OH BOY, DO I.

I live in Long Beach, California, where I have resided for most of my life. In December 2008 I moved to an apartment directly above a bar. This is either the best decision I have ever made, or the worst. It could be both.

Except for being just a tad on the pale side, I'm pretty ordinary in appearance. The light skin tone (not pasty. Not pasty.) nicely offsets sketchy tattoos, of which I have several. Two of them have to do directly with whiskey, though I like to think that in some small way, they all do.

Currently I work at a public library, though before that I waitressed, and for a short but glorious amount of time, bartended. I find drunk people to be the common demoninator in every job I've ever had. I'm ok with this.

I went to library school, got my masters so that I could put off adulthood/brag about how smartypants I am (which means I am so, so not) and loved the entire experience. Really. I am happiest when I'm reading, and learning (turns out grad school is big on this, whoulda thunk) and I can be a bit on the competitive side. (Read: outscore me and I'll throw the OED at your head, sucka. Ha, I kid. You won't outscore me.)

I love whiskey, muscle cars, comic books, the Murder City Devils, and Tom Waits. And naps. And you.

(Unless you're a jerk.)