Bolivar Cola - Sons of Odin
(This lady can fuckin' belt it)
Deaf Radio - Vultures and Killers
(This song breaks my heart every time it ends)
Triptonus - Superego
(It starts slow but eventually crashes over you, and you merge with it, becoming a part of the experience, ceasing to exist except for the music)
Eternal Tapestry - Ancient Echoes
(The journey, sometimes, is the destination)
Getting sucked down the musical rabbit hole that is YouTube, trying to find all the new music.
Making a sort of half-assed attempt to lose some weight.
Waiting for the next time I can eat breakfast.
This seems like a good place to put in what I'm currently reading.
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Oh, and falling asleep while reading. I can't keep my damn eyes open.
A couple of visible tattoos?
Terry Brooks, Stephen King, Glen Cook, H.P. Lovecraft, Dan Simmons. A Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky.
Everything. Seriously. Well, except those movies. I hope to never see them. Bad enough I had to see the other one. Everything else is fair game. Horror is my favourite though.
Firefly, X-Files, True Detective, Berserk, Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Justice League/Unlimited, Psych, Todd and the Book of Pure Evil, Parks and Recreation.
Final Fantasy 9, Phantasy Star 4, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, Ristar, Doom 2, Super Smash Brothers, and many more.
Iced Earth, Devin Townsend, Amon Amarth, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Hans Zimmer, Nine Inch Nails, Queen, Manowar, Reverend Bizarre, Mars Red Sky, Eternal Tapestry, Spiral Skies, Bolivar Cola, and many many more.
Reubens (best sammich)
I would do anything for love, but I won't do that.
Why do socks suck so bad?
Waffles and pancakes are basically the same thing, so why do I prefer waffles?
I should get a couple of dogs or a dog and cat and name them Netflix and Chill. Then I could ask a potential date over for Netflix and Chill and she could hang with the animals and I'd go for a walk or bike ride or something. Am I doing this right?
Can I take my shoes off?
I should cut my hair. This has been going on for a few years now.
Have you noticed how serious and full of shit every one on here seems to be? I'd like to tell you how I'm the fucking best, or how I travel all the time, or about all the volunteer work I do, or how I'm surrounded by people all the time because I'm so active and social and cool, but dude, I can't. I need me time. How does anyone have time to recharge? I get wanting to make yourself look good, but that shit is borderline intimidating.
When can I eat again?
My reaction to seeing that I am rated less polite than average was "Fuck you, I'm super polite."
Once upon a time, after a school play or choir concert or something, I got stuck holding the door for just about every person in attendance. A few classmates would go through and ask why I didn't just let go of the door? My much more eloquent response now is that because the person about to walk through that door is now expecting me to hold it open. At this point, they have seen me hold it for several people and likely think that it's my job. Also not one person reached out to hold the fucking door themselves. If I let go, the door hits them and I feel guilty. Lose sleep over it type of guilty.
... you want someone to watch movies with.
... you want to go get breakfast. Just butter me up a little first because anxiety issues are a bitch.
... you'd like a cuddle buddy.
... you've noticed I have checked out your profile several times and haven't said anything. I'm probably looking for something interesting to say and then whimping out.
... you're honest. We've all been lied to. It hurts and it sucks butts. Don't be a dick.
... you're interested?