Fuck this.
I'm easily bored.
You're unlikely to actually understand me. I don't.
You're unlikely going to want to.
I like talking about weird things. I like weird things. I like interesting things, and people, and talking and thinking and sleeping. I don't care what you want, just talk.
I swear too much, but I don't care to do anything about it.
Sweet dreams.
I'm pretending to be fond of life, I'm not sure if I'm still lying.

I'm sitting in a chair in a hospital wing I don't even know what's for and I think I might someone here and if that's you I hope you're ok. If it someone else, I hope they're ok. Are they?
And having blue hair. I like that. It's been a while since last time.

I don't think I'm particularly good at anything in particular, but then again, as with other things, I may be wrong.
Oh, wait, I know one thing I'm good at. I'm good at being a moron.
And apparently I'm actually quite good at being boring and unsocial.

I don't really know. What do you see?

Fiction, classics, facts. Strange, mysterious stories are my favourite. Give me the mad, sad, bad (and scary) stuff, but to mention a few:
Lolita, the Chosen, the Perks of Being a Wallflower, anything by Neil Gaiman, Nightlight; I love me a good parody! (sung very melodiously)
Sin City (we all love Kevin), Dead Poets Society, V for Vendetta, Watchmen, the Butterfly Effect, Boondock Saints 1 and 2, Jeeves and Wooster, Black Books, random drama-series that I find myself too lazy not to watch, the list goes on.
Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Chopin and Dutilleux. Game soundtracks from the Castlevania and the Silent Hill series, Stonegard, Get Scared, Shining, Blood on the Dance Floor, Malice Mizer, Meshugga, Ram-Zet, Phillip Glass, Vocaloid, I could do this forever.
I do, of course like other sorts of music, and I can tolerate listening to, and perhaps even like most music.
I'm not particularly fond of indian; curry and all that follows, but as long as it doesn't contain garlic or chilli I'm usually fine. Even oysters and brains. Well, except that I don't like eating, so, I have to be hungry, really hungry.

People I like, stories, sleep, water, sleep and a decent internet connection.

How wonderful it would be to stop thinking, just for a second. To let someone else do the thinking for me. I want to be stupid again.

Hopefully not bored, hopefully not depressed, hopefully not tired.
Usually not so hopeful.

That I don't even want to consider thinking about where my privacy line goes.

You still care to, or like roof-dancing and burning stuff.