I'm aiming for somewhere between bland and accidently entertaining. I think that I've failed on both accounts. I'm an introverted social outcast but I follow not psychological guidelines, thank you very much.
By the by... Damn. So many haters of the 'smoker' out there in PTown. This might take some getting used to. Or perhaps it might be time to consider quitting. It's a hard habit to break. It's a tough nut to crack. It's just one more bad cliche . . .
RaNdOm. My mail is still sent to my old place in Arizona. I continually refer to the MAX as the 'tram' because that's what the lightrail in Amsterdam is called. I prefer cats over dogs. I've recently discovered the wonder that is the Whole Foods goat cheese stand. All of my literary heroes appear to be dead now. Van Gogh is my favorite artist. I hate the heat. I miss drinking Irish Car Bombs. I'm jonesing for a new John Waters' flick. I'm procrastinating from developing plot lines and outlining chapters because it's hard to see much of anything from behind the brick wall I've just hit. But that's just this week.
Oh yes, I confuse people. And by people, I mean myself.
Girls with glasses, black tea, and things that go bump in the night (so many possibilities!) are all pretty damn rad. As are geeks, punks, nerds, goths, freaks, dweebs, librarians, bibliophiles, aspiring filmmakers, writers, artists, fallen Catholics, Irish chicks who drink Sake, and people who just generally don't suck.
I like wandering, people watching, hanging out in the snow, reading, writing, 'rithmetic, blah blah blah...I like a lot of stuff. And I dislike some stuff too. It's up in the air sometimes. More cliches.