I'm incredibly skeptical but kinda hopeful. So please...surprise
What I’m doing with my life
Trying very hard, every day, to do what I love most in this world
and translate that to something tangible for others. Some days I'm
successful, some days not so much.
Is that too abstract? That's too abstract. But I'll leave it at
that for now...and message me anyway.
I’m really good at
Remembering the lyrics to that TV theme song you watched when you
were a kid. And compasson, I guess.
The first things people usually notice about me
Them: Wow, you're great. How come you're still single? Me: Well, I
blah blah blah, and going to bars blah blah blah, and dating online
blah blah blah. Do you know anyone? Them: Sorry I don't. But you're
just so awesome. How could you not have found anyone yet?
So, that happens a lot. And: you're really funny. You read a lot.
What should I be reading? And, you look better than you did five
years ago. Your thirties are going to be great for you. Which I
really like hearing.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Read: The Corrections, Was, Of Human Bondage, St. Urbain's
Horseman, The Neverending Story
Watch: Wet Hot American Summer, The Impostors, The Umbrellas of
Cherbourg, Clue, Annie Hall, Vanya on 42nd Street, The Comeback,
Buffy, The Muppet Show
Listen: Sufjan, Sondheim, Ben Folds, LCD Soundsystem
Food: Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
The six things I could never do without
Whatever book I'm reading at the moment, Sesame Oil, Blossom
Dearie, Photo Albums, My Grandfather's Watch, A Sunday buying food
in Kensington Market
On a typical Friday night I am
Watching one of the three thousand films I recorded off of Turner
Classic Movies when I got my PVR last year. Seeing some awesome
theatre or dragging a friend to a movie they've never heard of. At
some dear friend's birthday or house party. Hoping there's an Iron
Chef marathon on the Food Channel. Making meatballs if it's winter,
or whatever fish is freshest from the Market. Resisting the urge to
go to Woody's and sulk in the corner.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Oh, please. Not here.