I am a drinker with a writing problem.

Things I like: Bizarre teas. Listening to music. Playing music. Talking about inappropriate things in public places. Writing fiction. Making and eating avocado sushi. Watching campy horror movies. Debating whether or not cats are in fact aliens. Debating anything else. Going on long walks. Discussing my philosophy on philosophy. Biking. Participating in ridiculous nights of debauchery.

Things I don't like: Mustard. Excessively windy days (assuming I don't have a kite with me). People with a misplaced sense of entitlement.

Lets go out for coffee. Or if you have an idea for a more interesting adventure--let's hear it. I am supremely uninterested in meeting anyone in non-public places, because I'm told that's how to end up serial-killed.

Be forewarned: I'm bad at keeping track of messages.

Working. School. Writing the great dystopian novel. Not sleeping.

Procrastinating, playing the guitar, singing while walking places, writing weird stories, and back massages.

My eyes? And the fact that I always have a flower in my hair.

Books: Fight Club, Invisible Monsters, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Smoke Signals, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, It, Drown, Naked, Hitchhikers guide, I know I'm forgetting things...

Movies: The Big Lebowski, Trainspotting, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Delicatessen, The World's Fastest Indian, Pulp Fiction, Everything's Illuminated, Gummo, Waking Life, Mary and Max, The Science of Sleep, I Heart Huckabees, Being John Malkovich, KIDS, Cabin in the Woods, general Monty Python productions, and anything by Wes Anderson.

TV Shows: Workaholics, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Futurama, Tochwood, Dr. Who, South Park, Superjail, Breaking Bad, American Horror Story, HEY ARNOLD!

Music: Pink Floyd, Wolf Parade, Led Zeppelin, Cheese, The Grateful Dead, Nirvana, The Pixies, Modest Mouse, Mudhoney, Screaming Trees, Sublime, CAKE, Billie Holiday, Streetlight Manifesto, Gogol Bordello, Fugazi, Interpol, Brand New, Marcy Playground, Radiohead, Barefoot Surrender, Of Montreal, Devil Makes Three, The Velvet Underground, Professor Elemental... OLD TIMEY BLUEGRASS!!!

1. My Guitar
2. My Computer (not because of the internet, but because all my writing is on here)
3. My music collection
4. Drinking water?
5. Food?
This is turning into an "on a desert island" thing, isn't it?

Weird shit. Like abstract physics, and whether or not I exist in a real actual sense, or I'm simply a figment of my own imagination. I also like to plan intricate crimes. Not that I'm ever going to rob a bank or anything...

Anywhere and everywhere. Hell if I remember.

My urge to be sarcastic usually overcomes my ability to exchange sexy instant messages.

You're weird, and enjoy other weird people.
You like going to cheap concerts and know somewhere cool to take me.
You want to be part of my Zombie Apocalypse team.
You are musically inclined.
You can tell me a compelling story in 100 words or less.
You have numerous tattoos and piercings.
You want to run around in animated universes doing meaningless things.
You live in Chicago. If you live like 200 miles way from me, this whole dating thing will be rather impractical.
You learn this rap (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iRTB-FTMdk) and are willing to preform it in public for me.
Or if you're a slutty blonde cheerleader with big tits... why aren't we talking already?
=]

P.S. No pictures (damn right that's plural) no conversation