Hippie with impeccable hygiene.
I see life as a series of improvised skits.
Nonsense makes the most sense to me.
CoRn On ThE cOb
Eating breakfast a Billy's while re-living the night before with my best pals and realizing that my childhood has manifested itself into a really confused adult who is so happy to be able to afford therapy and man I think everyone should have a therapist that shit is exercise for your emotions.
But mostly learning how to be alone.
Music: 1960s. Real Estate. Tame Impala. Father John Misty. Modest Mouse. Anything Jack White touches. Edward Sharpe. Allah-Lahs. Alt-J. Arcade Fire. Bahamas. The Black Keys. The Bright Light Social Hour. Chet Faker. Courtney Barnett. The Districts. Frazey Ford. Mac Demarco. The National.Or really, you can search me on spotify: seensomethangs.
Movies: I don't want to call this a deal breaker but, if you have an intense love for Forrest Gump, I'm talking story wise, SOUNDTRACK wise, character wise, we will most likely be friends. More than friends. That and Waking Life.
Kubrick, Tarantino, Enter the Void, BBC nature docs.
Shows: HBO, AMC, Netflix. Workaholics. Californication. Broad City. I try to incorporate The Simpsons into my everyday life.
The company of an animal
Corn on the fucking cob
But if I'm being real, grandma, I'm looking at you girl.
(I now make a living and buy food at grocery stores, my happiness level has remained the same, fancy that)
or fuck it, if you have a Vitamix, I'd be down.
or fuck THAT, if you have The Simpsons Seasons 4-10 on DVD, let's make sweet love all night while Mr Plow plays in the background.