I like grass, pretending to play the guitar, writing, my dog, musicmusicmusic, coffee, shows, uncontrollable laughter, and biting sarcasm.+All I can do is be me. Whoever that is.
-Bob Dylan
mockumentaries. academia. giuseppe the dog. parker the cat. bobby pins. nerdy boys. bongs, not bombs. wanting to save the world, but not knowing how. being alone. kerouac. cherry limeades. liquor. my brilliant friends. celebrity sex tapes. greenery. hugs. weightlessness.
Unpretentious people. Scruffy faced boys. People who can make me laugh until I cry. And Bob Dylan. And anyone who can blow my mind. And for real, Bob Dylan.And I can't help it, I would die to meet this man:
DMB. Bob Dylan. Kings of Leon. Radiohead. Frightened Rabbit. Teitur. Doves. The Shins. Wilco. Iron and Wine. Damien Rice. Ben Folds. The White Stripes. Live. Guster. Florez. My Morning Jacket. Jimi Hendrix. Elton John. O.A.R. Jump Little Children. Ben Harper. The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I also enjoy a little offensive rap every now and then. Okay, all the time.
LOTR. Harry Potter. American Psycho. A Mighty Wind. Death at a Funeral. Major League. Fargo. Chasing Amy. Clue. Raising Arizona. Say Anything. Clerks. Clerks 2. High Fidelity. Waiting for Guffman. Zoolander. Office Space. Old School. Royal Tennenbaums. Spinal Tap. Mallrats. Best in Show. Dogma. 40 Year Old Virgin. Superbad. Wedding Crashers. Dick. Juno. Anchorman. The Big Lebowski. I also like movies where everyone dies in the end.
Arrested Development. Curb Your Enthusiasm. The Office. Flight of the Conchords. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. My Name is Earl. Seinfeld. Family Guy. Reno 911. Simpsons. Lost. South Park. 30 Rock. Shows about ghosts, forensics, cults, and sharks. And maybe sometimes I watch American Idol. Maybe.
Harry Potter. Naked. Me Talk Pretty One Day. Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, When You are Engulfed in Flames. Clearly, anything touched by Sedaris. On the Road. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. The Bright Forever. The Lovely Bones. All classic literature. Crime novels. Trashy magazines.
My heart is saying Mom, but my gut is saying Britney Spears.