if i saw a raptor running in a high school track meet i would laugh.

i hate combing my hair.

my facial expressions don't match what i am feeling. so if you ask me what's wrong i'm probably fine or thinking about an inside joke i have with myself.

i think i can't be killed

trying to extract dark thoughts and make them kinda funny -- on a computer, not a pad of paper because i can't read my own handwriting.

listening to really boring stories and saying what my favorite part was.

my "fuck me blue" eyes. i know someone who has "fuck me arctic blue blast" eyes, they are more descriptive and great.

Books-- anything by albert camus

Movies--Buffalo 66, Fletch, Cocktail, Election, Last Picture Show, Full Metal Jacket, The Karate Kid, Part III, Magnolia, Evil Dead II, Back to the Future, Rope, Network, Last Tango in Paris, Shaft, Super Fly, Sideways, Superman II, The Crow, Big Lebowski, The Rules of Attraction. five easy pieces, boogie nights.

TV Shows: breaking bad, mad men, no reservations, arrested development, wicked attraction (shitty show detailing murders my couples, one who is usually brainwashed by the other), kitchen nightmares

Music: nine inch nails, various rap i don't like admitting to, explosions in the sky, m83, jeff buckley, the cure,

whiskey, nicotine, caffeine, film, the internet, laughter.

how i hate when people limp or cut their nails in public.

lately going on rogue missions, making friends along the way. i do stuff with friends during the week. friday is for exploration, i suppose.

i have a gaggle of friends from the interweb.

you think you could give a great party toast.