Self summary, huh? I AM AN INEXPLICABLE PHENOMENON. Also, a peacock and a damnable womanchild.

I'm a journalist in a really great field. You should ask me about it! So I write, I read, I go to shows sometimes, and kinda mull how I can start having more adventures.

Writing, video games, drawing, memorizing stupid facts, giving out fake psychic readings, playing with kids, arguing, refusing concession, inventing rhyming songs, aesthetics, empathy, escapism, shooting off at the mouth, fearing change, feigning apathy, cloistering myself, exercising, writing, talking too much, fantasizing about Japanese love dolls, "forgetting" to recycle, talking to the television, forgetting fictional characters aren't real, being unable to say no to people, beaming love out into the universe, summoning Bahamut, overanalyzing everything, being carelessly consumptive, decadently abusing time, perpetually quitting smoking, reaching for the unreachable, gnawing insatiety, juvenile joy

My eyes, my slight attitude issues.

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• JackGold

Books: Nabokov, Murakami, early Palahniuk, some Gaiman and pretending to be more well-read than I am. Movies: Whenever I watch movies I start fidgeting for what I can press to skip the cutscenes. You'll be lucky if you can get me to watch YouTube videos.

Music: Interpol, Cold War Kids, Tokyo Police Club, Wolf Parade, The New Pornographers, TV On The Radio, Handsome Furs, Sunset Rubdown, No Age, Department of Eagles, Beirut, Shugo Tokumaru, Deerhunter, The Walkmen, Velvet Underground, The Clientele, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Last Shadow Puppets, Herman Düne, Vampire Weekend, Pixies, Tori Amos, Nirvana, Cake, Joni Mitchell, Beck, Radiohead, Last Shadow Puppets, Fleet Foxes, Broken Social Scene, Flying Tourbillon Orchestra, Brass Bed, Swan Lake, The Kills

Food: I'm allergic or sensitive to: milk, cheese, yogurt, butter, soy, soybean oil, certain preservatives, wine, champagne, chocolate and probably a lot of other stuff. My favorite food is steamed broccoli. I'm serious.

My video games, my jack-in to the internet zeitgeist, my imagination, really baggy loungewear, a bathtub, and sunshine.

Post-apocalyptic fantasies and the extended lives of fictional characters.

Languishing, absolutely languishing decadently on my couch in pajamas, or inventing weird kitchen cocktails that should never see the light of day.

My hostility is all a huge front to hide the fact that I desperately want to love someone with all my heart, and my intimidating confidence is a great big fat act.

I'm interested in meeting truly amazing human beings with good stories to tell, the passionate, the ambitious, the humble, the brilliant.

I only date men between the ages of 27 and 34, generally. Women between the ages of 18 and 27, generally. No couples, and if you'd describe what you're looking for as a "discreet arrangement" of any stripe, keep moving.

I know I seem picky. That's because I'm pretty comfortable being by myself; I don't necessarily have an abiding need to meet anyone except those who really catch my eye. If I don't answer emails or messages, it's because I'm not interested. Repeatedly messaging will not help your case. I'm utterly wonderful to people with whom I have things in common, so if I ignore your message, don't feel bad; you would have hated me anyway.

I also seem aggressive, I know. That's a front.

Oh, just as a warning -- you should probably use emails and not IMs. If I don't like your email I'll just ignore it, but if I don't like your IM I'm liable to tell you that I think you're ugly. Welcome to the internet!!!11