surreal is my ism. and nobody got it quite like dali. my life is loud. and wasted. whiskey, southern cuts, and red lipstick. i guess you could say i've inherited a southern charm. i enjoy visually stimulating things. or maybe just stimulation.

what do i want to do before i die? be an extra in a zombie based movie/show.

i save people. no, not crime fighting... just making sure no one dies in the pool while i'm on the clock. yes, i am CPR certified. on the weekends i tend to the bar in good old kinston. i love mother earth beer. i need to learn sign language. immediately. it's fucking fascinating.

breathing, faking a british accent, listening to music, video games, compromising, improvising, trying new recipes, taking belts off using the heel of my stiletto, and not putting my fucking clothes away.

i'm a bottle redhead with pretty eyes and a pierced septum. also, i can be loud. i rarely notice it and i don't do it on purpose.

books: i was so obsessed with ella enchanted in elementary school that i borrowed it from my teacher and never gave it back. the perks of being a wallflower, water for
elephants, harry potter, hunger games, fated, anything by s. g. browne, mortal instruments, watership down... fuck twilight and 50 shades.

movies: i just watched bridesmaids, awesome. scott pilgrim vs. the world, thor, easy a, taking woodstock, x-men: first class i have a soft spot for xavier and magneto's protagonist/antagonist relationship. kick-ass, sex drive, party monster, dogma, kinky boots, fight club, 50/50, hesher, black snake moan, hall pass, wristcutters: a love story, 30 minutes or less, elektra luxx... basically anything with danny mcbride, ian mckellan, evan peters, or joseph gordon-levitt in it.

shows: dexter... duh. game of thrones, eastbound and down, archer, 30 rock, american horror story, mushi-shi, full metal alchemist, adventure time, anything old school cartoon network.

music: arranged alphabetically for your reading pleasure.
AVA, band of horses, the black keys, blink 182, brand new, bring me the horizon, cage the elephant, circa survive, city and colour, coconut records, dan andriano in the emergency room, dan auerbach, dead man's bones, death cab for cutie, the drowning men, D.R.U.G.S., elbow but only for that one song grounds for divorce. explosions in the sky, fleet foxes, the format, the fratellis, fun., harvard, i, the mighty, ida maria, iron and wine, jagged little pill (every divorced mom's favorite album, my mom got me hooked when i was young), jesse woods, justice, the killers, kings of leon, the kooks, lana del ray, lily allen, kinda. louis XIV, lydia, manchester orchestra, massive attack, metric, MGMT, middle class rut, minus the bear, modest mouse, mumford and sons, notorious b.i.g., of machines, of mice & men, port o'brien, the postal service, the raconteurs, right away, great captain!, say anything, shiny toy guns, a silent film, sleeping with sirens, starfucker, sum 41, telepopmusik, two gallants, tyler, the creator, washed out, weezer, the white stripes, woe is me, wolfmother, +44.

food: all food. food is great. but more specifically, pf chang's lettuce wraps. i make really good bulgogi and homemade banana bread. cinebistro's deconstructed peanut butter pie is heaven. and i have the recipe. sushi, and salads. of any type really.

hayao miyazaki films.
video games, kinda.
sleep, definitely sleep.
ugh, high heels.
nightlife.
zooey deschanel.

i always have really dumb songs stuck in my head.

carrying about my evening with a sense of unwavering irresponsibility.

i poop in the most unprivate of places and giggle about it. yeah, i'm that guy.

surprise me.