I like to gamble. I try to exercise from time to time. I dabble in HTML...so I might have to drop some in here...if I get around to it. I think I'm one of the only myspace guys who doesn't have a picture of myself with my shirt off. I'll have to work on that. After I lose 20 lbs. And wax my chest.
Old friends, heiresses to large fortunes, attractive women with ambiguous sexual mores. Someone who can make me laugh. Someone with boobs. Someone without a weiner. I'd like to meet someone who inspires me to get off the couch on the weekends. I also want that person to know when they've overstayed their welcome and goes home. I'd also like that person to not notice that as I get older, my ears get fuzzier. I'd like to meet someone who thinks people come before animals. A person whose philosophy on life does not come from some emo/punk/rap single sung by some douchebag who has never done anything constructive in the real world. I really want a person who isn't dealing with mommy/daddy issues by body modification or tattooing for attention. Actually, I'll take whoever I can get.
Oh, if I don't know you, I won't add you. Start by sending a message or two to initially break the ice. I'm tired of the fake friend requests.
I'm into almost anything except country. The Doors, Van Morrison, Al Green, The Killers, The Police, Tool. Sometimes I get in these moods where I'm living out my senior year, circa 1995, via the sound of music. In my truck. On the way to work.
I'm not really a movie guy. Pulp Fiction is probably my favorite. I have to say the original Nightmare on Elm Street is probably the scariest (no, not The Exorcist you fools). I like the campy 80's flicks...3 O'Clock High is a hidden gem from that era. As far as porn goes, I like good lighting, close-ups, and a variety of different women. If I had to pick a genre, it would be comedies.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, College Football, Discovery Channel Documentaries, and the late great Chappelle Show. Come back, Dave!
Catch-22, The Sun Also Rises, I, Claudius, The Catcher in the Rye, 1984, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Choke
Mom. Oh, and my dad is kicking cancer's ass right now. Him too.