Drawing. Boxing. Knitting. Baltimore. Brooding. And apparently, fucking around on the internet way too much, which has made me dead inside. I like to drink at old man bars. Helps fill the holes.
Seriously? Elyse Sewell. Isn't that sad? I think it's sad.
I don't know if I really like music anymore. But: Bobby Conn, Songs:Ohia, The Pixies, The Smiths, the Shins, Neko Case, Air, Jonathan Richman...should I stop now, before I look like a completely ball-less twerp? Oh, and Motorhead.
John Waters, John Hughes, John Carpenter.
The Wire. Give those fuckers medals. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Family Guy. Futurama. Project Runway.
What about 'em?
Do we need another hero? I have heard tell that we do not.