Reading books I didn't know existed. Sleeping. Exploring literature at my own leisure. Loving my sweet little baby boy, Buster (he is my life at this point, the best surrogate child anyone could ever ask for). I would like to go to grad school someday, I just need to find someone to pay for it and support me the whole time I am in school, and support me after when I can't get a job with an advanced lit degree. I like music that isn't accompanied by a bunch of pretentious assholes that think they invented the entire genre. My brain has bedsores from lack of use.
buster's brothers and sisters, if they are out there somewhere. People who mean what they say.
I am 37% White Trash.
.. The white trash in my blood will not keep me from becoming a doctor or a lawyer, but it will keep me from a good haircut and any sort of fashion sense. Take the
White Trash Test
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Reggie, Madonna, Pretty Girls Make Graves, The Beach Boys (they have an album dedicated to me, "Holland"), Joy Division, Saves the Day, TGUK, The Smiths, etc. etc.
Anything that makes me nostalgic (Alice in Wonderland, Willy Wonka, etc.), sometimes a new movie is decent enough to watch the whole thing. And duh, Napolean
Maternity Ward
Goodnight Moon, Breeders, Misconceptions, V.C. Andrews (but not post-death, the storylines were way to contrived, way lame) and Naked Lunch (I love broken necks, so hot)
I don't think you should idolize others.