I have a dead leg that I get from sitting Indian-style for too long. Food gets stuck in the back of my mouth when I pack it like a squirrel. I can hear people talking when I don't want to hear them, but when I do want to listen my mind wanders. Laundry is like a game that never ends, has no trophy, and is totally enjoyable. People can see my naked soul through my eyes so I usually look down or around 'cause they might see a bit of themselves in there and wonder how they got in there. There are never enough socks. Loving another makes you love yourself, and vise versa. I'm a beat-box attempter. I'm a mixmaster with a zipper or with a sheet of paper, a little sand, and a desk. Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks. Bike Club 619 represent. I look for the holes in things. Vegas is hotter'n a mafucka, meng. Provence. I'm slightly unkept. Nike Free, it's like feet... except not. Sweet potato fries from Yardhouse. Honey-mustard jalapeno from Crest Cafe. 2girls1cup.com will change your life. Bianchi. My dad is a Boston Celtics fan, therefore I was born into it's fan base. Blue Vans Old Skools with black laces. It only takes three licks to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop... who else thinks that's impossible? Down, but not out.
The one who has never been in my life before but has always been in my mind and in my heart.
Don't even go there.
Anything and everything Discovery Channel. I'm addicted to Inside the Actor's Studio. X to the Z will pimp your shit. ...R.I.P. Dawson's Creek. Shout out to Pacey.(I know, kinda gay but who cares)
I ain't had much book learnin' but from what I can remember I learnt from East of Eden, Jack Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson, and garden variety philosophy books.