Chobani is absolutely disgusting. Namely, blood orange. Seriously, it's like eating ground up multi vitamins in dairy form.
everything on my profile is outdated; reality is relative; get bent.
I've seen an alarming amount of people on here around various metro stops and exchanged really awkward semi-eye-glances, like, "hey, I've seen you- you've seen me. I'm not going to say hi to you since you stopped responding to my messages six months ago, cunt. but hey anyway, I guess." Or just seeing strangers from the Internet in the wild is just weird to begin with.
Oh, I like going to shows to run the risk of possible brain damage and breaking my glasses. If I'm not at work, or trying to find somewhere to sleep in DC, I'm generally around U Street avoiding getting my teeth punched in.
I like making people smile. I'll go out my way and completely embarrass myself to make that happen, haha. Obviously I learned all of my life lessons from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
I'm also pretty good at the Piano, I've been playing since practically the womb and suzuki trained. Apparently that's a big deal, who knew. The ukulele also takes up a lot of my time. AND ABOVE ALL ADVENTURES.
Oh, right, and I like to dress in really loud obnoxious patterns and dye my hair funky colors.
Music: Them Crooked Vultures, Man Man, Mister Heavenly, Hank Williams, The Smothers Brothers, Francoise Hardy, The Unicorns, Islands, Joy Division, Andrew Bird, Gogol Bordello, Led Zeppelin, The Reign of Kindo, Yes, Tool, The Goo Goo dolls, Kimya Dawson, Cocorosie, Sunset Rubdown, Sufjan Stevens, Ingrid Michaelson, Little Joy, Stravinsky, Rachmaninoff, Elizaveta, Why?, Pavement, The Mountain Goats, The Dodos, Of Montreal, Timber Timbre, Etta James, The Kingston Trio( lot-o-other thangs)
Movies: Fritz the Cat, A Patch of Blue, Milo and Otis, Towel Head, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, Party Monster, Battle Royale, Doubt, Harvey, La Vita e Bella, Numb, Anything with Cary Grant, Creepshow, Paper Moon, Juno, The Fifth Element, The King's Speech, When Harry Met Sally
I really hate Casa Blanca. Let's fight about this over really disappointing cocktails at a loud, crowded, bar.
Bad relationships (they build character).
Lonely men on the internet that have way too much money.
High quality arugula.
I also dedicate hours and hours into compiling playlists for people who are never going to listen to them. I find it a lot more therapeutic than writing letters I'll never send.
try not to send me a message saying "cool hair" or otherwise complimenting the stuff protruding from the follicles on my head.
Also, I have no interest in being your unicorn so plz stop asking me to be your bedroom experiment w/ yr s/o's ((((((((((':