Pretending we're talking about you while we're actually talking about me.
A nice boy who will be super nice to my mom.And Edna Garrett, if she's a real person.
They're all friends with each other (except the dead ones), and I want them all to be friends with me: Aimee Mann, Jon Brion, Elliott Smith, Michael Penn, and Fiona Apple. Oh, and The Shins, Ben Folds, Lucinda Fucking Williams, Elvis Costello, and incredibly old B-52's. If you can name so much as three of the dances that are danced around in "Dance This Mess Around," you might be, well, me.And I grew up on Long Island, so by the dictums of local govenment, I have to know one too many songs by Billy Joel. Judge silently and then admit that you now can't get "Pressure" out of your head. I know. I'm not proud of it either.
Magnolia, ClueIf that doesn't flesh out my entire personality in exactly two words, it's like we don't know each other at all.
Arrested Development, NewsRadio, The Daily Show, America's Next Top Model, Rescue Me, Weeds, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Sports Night, The Office, and one billion others.
The Corrections, Archie Comic Digest, and anything where liberals are good are conservatives are hucksters.