I read books like it's my job... well, because it pretty much is my job, aside from writing. The latter of the two usually takes up a month of my time twice a year, and during this time I'm probably not fit for public consumption. This should all be rewritten in the pluperfect.
Ok, I should actually take this seriously for a second... I'm a grad student, studying English (with a focus in Modernism and critical theory... which is basically just continental philosophy, and I'm also into film theory... if this makes no sense this is usually why I just say 'English'), and I've lived in Houston for about a year now.
I like randomness, no, I love randomness! I love the outdoors too, and sleeping in, and staying up late, and crosswords, and Siracha, blueberries, Max Ernst, beer, pistachios, jasmine tea, Ritter Sport dark chocolate with hazelnuts, ice hockey, board games, graffiti, Lagavulin 16 year-old single malt Scotch, Man Ray, reading, sarcasm, the BBC, Brugge (or Bruges, depending on how you want to spell it), Duchamp, Dali, various cheeses, gardening, and surrealism... I'm also an amateur physicist... with a good sense of humor.
P.S. fuck a Myers-Briggs test, or anything remotely Jungian.