I have a group of awesome friends. I love my family. My soul mate is my dog. Long conversations over drinks and heart to hearts with friends make me happy.
I need a new book to read. This is always applicable.
I prefer Masterchef Jr. to regular Masterchef.
Literally farting. You know girls fart, right?
Or the big goofy dog that is currently trying to kiss passersby.
Books: Pratchett, Gaiman, Dick, Haldeman, Lovecraft, Orwell, Heller, Kafka, Bukowski, Palahnuik, Vonnegut, Suess.
Music: The Mountain Goats, Belle and Sebastian, Kishi Bashi, Neutral Milk Hotel, Miniature Tigers, The Magnetic Fields, Dr. Dog, Foxy Shazam, Scissor Sisters, The Wombats, Bombadil, Willy Nelson, 50s/60s Girl Groups, The Decemberists, The Shins, Dirty Projectors, Sunset Rubdown
2. My dog
3. Video Streaming services
6. Clean underwear.
Why the hell don't these numbers make sense? Oh... that's what's wrong.
+ You want to cause trouble with me.
+ You'd like to see what sort of adventures we can have.
+ I'm being serious about the 'new friends' thing. Even if you're not attracted to me, but think we'd get along as friends -- I'm totally game.