my chest is a cozy nap spot;
i'm a new york homeboy, though much to my chagrin, people routinely assume i'm californian;
sometimes i'm entirely too serious, providing future opportunity to mock and ridicule me;
i'm fairly well-versed in the nooks and crannies of nyc and game to explore the unexplored--like where the A train gets all weird out in broad channel;
i want a second home upstate and a car (and need directions);
i try to pair wine with even the most mundane of meals--tuna sandwiches and rhone whites rule my world;
i finish morning jogs in the park with celebratory iced coffee and donuts;
i actually like dancing, or at least something i pass off as dancing;
i'd like to think i'm a stand up individual;
i can throw you over my shoulder and carry you home.

media-related business-type-stuff for an internet company.

eating, drinking, lifting heavy objects, snuggling...

music: sic alps, psychic ills, crystal stilts, thee oh sees, brightblack morning light, nobunny, jay reatard, king khan & bbq, hercules & love affair, beats in space podcasts, jacques renault, runaway, erol alkan, optimo, old school hip-hop.

books: money; wake up, sir; the power broker; bright lights, big city; middlesex; the brief wondrous life of oscar wao; revolutionary road; a tree grows in brooklyn; the corrections; clockers; empire falls; the wind-up bird chronicle. (i seriously need to branch away from critical darling titles that everyone seems to read, and could use a few recommendations.)

not a book, but i have to read the new york times on daily basis to maintain my sanity.

food: cheese, avocados, guacamole, smoothies, meat.

wine: red, white, rose, sparkling.

absurdity, v-neck t-shirts, western shirts, wifi, music, showers.

way too much.

preferably doing something cozy involving a good bottle of wine. weekend evenings are such a shit show, unless we're talking sunday night. this question should ask what people like to do on monday evenings.

i'm private.

broadly speaking, you've got it going on.