Sometimes when I am very stressed out I indulge in a solipsistic stance that nothing outside of me can be real, and thus nothing outside of me can matter. It, strangely, helps a lot.
I also love oxford commas. This is not entirely unrelated.
I believe, personally, in a bigger form of love. I am in a relationship, but love new crushes. Steal my heart.
Obsessively investing in the well-being of one technology executive.
Remembering the lyrics to songs; singing them unabashedly and somewhat tunelessly.
Throwing myself into whatever catches my fancy, losing myself completely, finding myself as something entirely new on the other side.
Movies: American Beauty, Exit through the Gift Shop, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind if I’m being impressive. Clueless, 10 Things I Hate About You, and Mean Girls if I’m not. I'm slightly film illiterate. Pretend like you're going to show me movies I need to see, then let's make out.
Shows: British panel shows, particularly QI and 8 out of 10 Cats.
Music: Sad hipster music.
Food: Yes, please. High brow, low brow, as long as it’s delicious and preferably served with wine. Also, I can cook and I am never bashful with butter.
Webcomics: xkcd, qwantz, qc, wondermark, dr. cat, oglaf (nsfw), achewood
Podcasts: Obsessing about No Such Thing as a Fish and Welcome to Night Vale.
I am not a private person.
Let's get a drink, I'll tell you anything and everything.