.. Vanilla Djarums. Procrastination, followed by panic, followed by terror, followed by acceptance, followed by apathy, followed by a cigarette. Silly giddiness. My digestive system. Your digestive system. Colored glass. Other peoples' business. Sopapillas. Dark humor. Money. Happiness. Living in a basement. The dreaminess that is Crispin Glover. The dreaminess that is Gael Garcia Bernal. Attempted starvation. Goth night at the Church. Biting my nails. Popping my knuckles. Attempting to pop Michael's knuckles. Fighting sleep. Complaining. Shrieking. Showering. Tanzanite! Jigsaw puzzles. Life, in general.
Your local abortion doctor. My future French Bulldog.
Jeff Buckley. Pj Harvey. 16 Horsepower. Le Tigre. Roy Orbison. The Cramps. 12 Rounds. Smoke City. Murder City Devils. Hole. Julie Ruin. Suicide. Alan Vega. Nina Simone. Morrissey. Nancy Sinatra w/Lee Hazelwood. Steve Lawler. Deadbolt. Snog. So on and so forth, etc, etc.
Virgin Suicides. I Spit on Your Grave. Da Hill Have Eyes. David Lynch. John Waters. Ass Cream Pies.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Empty filler stuff, ah, mind-numbing. I let television do all my thinking for me and then I can't be blamed for anything I do - ever. It's actually quite liberating.
Middlesex. The Color Purple. Flannery O'Connor. The Diary of a Teenage Girl.Still She Haunts Me. Margaret Atwood. Sandra Cisneros. Charles Bukowski. Star Magazine. No more Chuck Palahnuik *vomit*!
Master Shake. Car mechanics. Small business owners. Artists. Abortion doctors. Non-conformists. Covergirl LipSlicks in Hipster. Anyone who listens to what I have to say or at least pretends to. People who give me money.