I'm reading a lot. Also Netflixing. Also HBOGo.
Most of the time, I'm keeping my unhelpful mean thoughts to myself. I'm developing a fondness for almost everyone I meet, but hating the faceless masses of stupid Unitedstateseans.
I'm paying attention.
I'm hurting my own feelings.
I have a good sense of direction also.
The two are probably related.
I just slightly updated my list after 3 years of being away from OKCupid. I am slightly concerned that it didn't really change that much.
I miss L.A. every time I see a scene in a movie shot on a smoggy day in front of an ugly strip mall.
But then, I miss Berkeley ever time I remember that millet muffin and cafe au lait I had the one time I visited there.
From the Greek: Nostos "return home" + algos "pain" = nostalgia = me.
un poison violent, c'est ça l'amour
(God, this is such a lie now. I haven't seen Johnny in, like, 4 years. Neither of us lives in Las Vegas anymore. We aren't even Facebook friends. But if I saw Johnny tomorrow, I would absolutely do all of those things with him again.)
And speaking of jokes, here is my favorite:
The interrupting cow.
Je ne parle pas français.
But also, you probably shouldn't message me, because I don't think I'm actually really trying to meet someone. So if I don't message you back, that's why. Sorry!