Someone, ANYONE, who doesn't own a flannel shirt or a baseball cap. You know how I roll.
The Smiths, Tori Amos, The Postal Service, VHS or BETA, The Sounds, The Murmurs, The Faint, The Cure, Something Corporate, Sinead O'Connor, Prince, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Portishead, Mindless Self Indulgence, Modest Mouse, Madonna, Liz Phair, Johnny Cash, Jimmy Eat World, Joan Jett, Horror Pops, Go-Go's, Bangles, Duran Duran, Pet Shop Boys, Depeche Mode, Dolly Parton, Coheed & Cambria, Cowboy Junkies, Ani DiFranco, Blondie, Deke Dickerson, Portishead, The Sounds, Depeche Mode, Cyndi Lauper, The Gossip, blah, blah, blah.
High Fidelity, Office Space, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Sordid Lives, D.E.B.S., Heathers, But I'm a Cheerleader, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Girls will be Girls, Welcome to the Dollhouse, Imagine Me & You, anything John Waters.
Arrested Development, Alias, Weeds, The L Word, Six Feet Under, Sex and the City, Strangers with Candy, Distraction, Dexter, Bad Girls, AbFab, and all of those murder mystery shows like Forensic Files, Cold Case Files, and especially Snapped.
Running with Scissors, Naked, The Bell Jar, Angels and Demons, 1984, The Fuck-Up, Wicked, anything by Bret Easton Ellis.