BAKING/Cooking. PBR tall boys. Food Network. Paula Deen. Shitty motels. Happy nihilism. Doin' my hair. Doin' my boyfriend. "Metal" as an adjective. Muscle cars. Drum machines. Exessive Gore. Marvel Comics. Epic metal. Atlanta at night. Trashy Folks. Synesthesia. Having an unhealthy obsession with Nintendo/Mario Bros. Medical museums. Free drinks. Indo-European languages. Knitting. Wax museums. Eccentricity. GOOD tattoos. Sugar-free Redbull. Unresolved sexual tension. Irrational Hatred. Spending hours on Wikipedia. John Waters. Junk in the truck. Burning bridges. Philosophy. Mortuary Science/restorative art. Sleeping bag fajitas. Speaking along with intros. H.R. Giger. Kicking ass at Scrabble. Turning anything into a sexual innuendo. Fucking with people for no reason other than my own satisfaction, and the satisfaction of those around me. Leaving said people with a cold, having just been mugged feeling.
Anyone nothing like the following:
Grindcore, Death Metal, Real Hardcore, Hip Hop and Journey.
Once I had a conversation with a "film student" in which she, with a straight face, praised Million Dollar Baby and gushed that she loved movies staring Julia Roberts and/or based on true stories. Are you her? No? Good.
(Horror Movies circa 1900-1980s & obscure gore films, generally.)
The Health Channel, The Simpsons, Home Movies, Pee Wees Playhouse, Roseanne (pre-lottery winning seasons), Full House (Aunt Becky years), My Two Dads.
& VH1's The History of Metal.
Bukowski, Sedaris, Rilke.
& Motley Crues The Dirt.
Bela Lugosi
Steve Perry
Elvis Presley
A Fire Inside
Alkaline Trio
The Descendents.