Why is this my job? You should be trying harder.
I don't actually know how tall I am or how much I weigh but based on last known measurements,
that's what I've listed.
I've also decided that Choose Your Own Adventure books were probably the singularly
most formative pinnacle of my life. Every day of my life is basically those books. If you can't remember those books, I don't need to be fulfilling your daddy issues anymore.
I'm really tired of hearing about my ears, actually.
I'm stuck in this phase of kind of sort of loving everything coming out of Toronto, or that general area, like Crystal Castles, Trust, Austra, Kontravoid, Egyptrixx, and Grimes. Let me know if there's more in that same vein you can add to my list.
Or more like this: http://k007.kiwi6.com/hotlink/ybuzcdv8b9/Miley_Cyrus_-_Wrecking_Ball_powwowW_just_wanted_u_2_let_me_in_EDIT_.mp3 (This link is working again.)
Being nostalgic as fuck with this shit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHiXwGFjw2U
You know, at one point I had answered 666 questions. But I swear some of them get deleted.
UPDATE: I never know what day it is but usually hate Fridays. There are 24 usable hours in every day and my output has been reflecting thusly
I probably care more about your tumblr url than actually talking to you. In fact, if you're going to message me, you should probably just make it your url.
Is anyone else really sick of the sad sacks who are so boring that all they can think to put is "that I joined a dating site"?
Or the equally evasive "I'm not putting that on a dating website," which probably still means nothing.
Or something I said has made you really angry. I'm dying to hear your complaints about how I live my life and how you think I should change it to better suit your needs. Nothing would brighten my day more.
If you list Catcher In The Rye as one of your all time favorite books, you should absolutely NOT fucking message me. Just... seriously. Burners need not apply, maybe you should think about staying in the desert this year.
You have a fun pyramid scheme I can get in on that ground floor at. Oh, and Instagram. I think instagram is really fun now and you should give me yours unless it sucks. Or is just cats.
I keep waiting for that one person to bother me about smiling in my photos, at which point I'll just have them recite my profile to me out loud.