i don't have a tv, don't do pop culture, bar scene or board games. but i did say a fifth element joke last week. i grew up listening to italian pop in a country that doesn’t exist any more. i am a spy but my accent gives me away. i love the super warm ocean, don't tell me 22C is warm.
also, let me ask, what’s up with everyone loving scary movies on Q&A here?! that shit sticks to my brain like chewing gum into hair, i still have a few creatures living at the bottom of my stairwell, don’t need any more of that thank you very much. and yeah, it screws up my matching percentage.
and where is _the most private thing i’m willing to admit_? here it is, i like watching boys on boys. oh, and i thought that 'set of lights' actually spelled 'satellites'.
being an internet addict
getting blisters from walking Nose Hill in strange boots
hunting gluten free treats. they camouflage as rocks and sometimes sparrows. bad, bad candies.
balancing on anything
being annoyed at bad spelling
badly dancing in front of others
i'm an art snob, don't ask me about your art/photo unless you're very confident
i can make any cat like me
i have a list of things to watch, listen, and read that funnels into the top of my head right through the 7th chakra.
movies - historical, nature and documentary. studio ghibli. random shows when im tired.
shows - vice documentaries, russian comedy
music - electro swing, triphop, americana, modest mouse, mazzy star, beirut, cocorosie, die antwoord, divine comedy
nature - i never go for walks but i would like to. roll me into the carpet and bring to the mountains, i will be thankful.
small stupid gadgets
expression - i move my body in a weird way whenever i get a chance. and drawing is the pain of my existence.
my bed. i can't sleep anywhere else.
other nights i might be dancing, pretending to lift weights, building websites or running around naked in the snow after my father beats me with bunches of leafy twigs in a satanic ritual called banya. who knows.