I want life to be more like a bunch of funny vignettes than a single novel. I've only got a few months left in Madison and I'm going to make it a summer to remember.

I'm smarter than I am humble, meaner than I am nice, and have lost interest in rounding out this sentence with parallel structure.

I'm cramming as much ridiculous, stupid, ill-advised life as possible into the time before I leave for business school in Durham this summer. Working 12 hour days, staying drunk all weekend, and generally ensuring I'm dead by thirty.

Getting myself into trouble. Getting myself out of trouble. Looking innocent. Making women angry at me.

Big green eyes, skinny blue jeans, won't stop talking.

Books I've read recently: Game of Thrones (again :p), Wool, The Mirage

Movies: Coen bros, Charlie Kaufman, Wes Anderson, Tarantino

Music lately: Modest Mouse, The Clash, Killer Mike, Black Keys, Die Antwoord, Hold Steady, Ace Hood (~I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI~)

Food: I live to eat. Anything and everything. I love street food and Michelin-starred restaurants in nearly equal measure.

Going without seems shitty. I'll pass thanks.

Myself. Sex. Whether other people lie about this question to sound less like narcissists.

Out. I used to say something about loving a good night in with a book just as much but it turned out that was a lie and also stupid.

Sometimes even I'm not sure whether or not I'm being serious.

You think you might want to hang out, hook up, smoke drugs, drink wine on porches, get lost in parks, or otherwise have a shitload of fun with me this summer.