Everyone on this bloody site seems to love life, traveling and fluffy animals. What is it with you people, stop stating the obvious. Of course you love life, what else is there to do? You're practically forced to love it, otherwise you're going to have a crappy time.
Yes. I like to travel. But who doesn't? I love to flee from the everyday madness and to try to understand how other people in different places seem to survive theirs.
And fluffy animals are yucky.
I'm just a guy looking for new friends, and maybe someone to hold during winter. Because it gets frigging cold here. And, even when it's not, I want to flee to the north. To find colder places. To hold people in the night. Strickly for survival, but why else would you ever hold someond?
Also, bring a chicken on a date and it will (probably) end happy!
The unbearable lightness of being (Milan Kundera)
De helaasheid der dingen (Dimitri Verhulst)
Most of Brusselmans' work.
And most of Milan Kundera's other work.
dEUS, Daan, The Streets, Daft Punk, Maybeshewill, ...
Favourite movie: Liegen Lernen.
But there are too many others to list.
Twin peeks, black books, it crowd (first 2 seasons), twilight zone, doctor who, ...
Also, I wonder where I want to be.
I like spiderman though.