Jason - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Born 5th in a line of rowdy attention mongers, I rarely experienced a moment to myself -- and I loved every minute of it, minus years 12-15, 19 and 23. Have you ever experienced laughter in your sleep? I used to wear super tight wranglers and sand shoes - I was the talk of Madison Jr. High. Big toothed comb always at hand, I had the feathered wings of Greg Evigan. Caroused with a semi-tough crowd, I learned early to defend myself with misused words spoken really loudly. Why is it that people don't know their neighbors anymore? I loved taking long walks, imagining the people I saw wanting me. College went by in a drunken blur and I spent the next 8 years holding up the railings at neon-lighted night clubs. LA called and I packed and moved, then packed and moved, then packed and moved again. You know the rest.

My Interests

Court TV, Vicarious shopping, Reinventing myself every 3 years, and applesauce.

I'd like to meet:

You

Music:

Always loved female singers like Tori Amos, Kate Bush, Fiona Apple, Ami Mann, Sarah McLachlan, and Annie Lennox. They tear me up. My first 8-tract tape was Peaches and Herb, "Reunited", bought to impress my 6th grade love, Lea Smith (what a fox she was.) Enjoy Coldplay, The Killers, Maroon 5, and Kelly Clarkson. YES, KELLY CLARKSON!

Movies:

I'm a true, genuine, 100% movie buff, though not the kind that remembers memorable lines, or who was in what, or what it was about.

Television:

Television is my heroin. Wish they had a 12 step program for it. I'm attracted to reality shows, though I'm proud to say I've kept myself off the show chatrooms, due to the fact that 12 year old girls don't know shit about singing, survival or dancing. I'm sort of embarrased for them, but that's just the kind of guy I am.

Books:

Love books. David Sedaris, Joyce Carol Oates, Allen Gurganus, David Leavitt, Ethan Canin... those are some of my favorite authors.

Heroes:

I would say my hero is my mother or father, but then I'd just be like everyone else. In reality, I don't have any heroes. No one has ever saved me from "taking a wrong turn in life", or "pulling me from harms way". In fact, some of the closest people in my life have failed to mention when I have broccoli in my teeth. If I had to pick a hero, and I'm sure this is a mandatory category, I would have to say the mirror... especially when I step out of the shower and my skin is sleek with moisture and my hair is damp and heavy on my forehead. I stand in front of it and its condensation covers my modesty, ever so gently, until it grows bolder and bolder, slowly exposing more and more, and I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER and throw my face against its reflective luster..Um, ok. I'll go with my parents.