journaling. my journal. getting people to bring their journals to drink coffee and write in their journals with me while I write in my journal.
books. food. the culture of food. food politics.
morning people. players of scrabble. hard-drinking queer nerds (I will settle for two out of the three). readers. writers. artists. people-watchers. the easy-going. You, without your make-up. [I dunno, general affectation bothers me. Theater kids used to annoy the shit out of me.] fellow workaholics. food-enthusiasts. cooks.
Yeah, so obviously this is not a very remarkable board, however considering the varied levels of intoxication on the parts of myself and two of my favorite hard-drinking queers, in context it's pretty amazing, you know, like the work of a paraplegic painter . One opponent drank so hard she doesn't even remember playing, and somehow I still came in last.
Tambourines in songs make me think my cell phone is ringing.
It's all about what you listen to while you work. In my case it's a disturbing amount of Classic Rock and up-beat poppy things.
I can't even begin to estimate how much work I can get done listening to The Bloodhound Gang. ...I'm a lot smarter than my tastes in music indicate.
I don't have that kind of attention span right now. I hope to get it back because it's depressing to drive by a movie marquee and not recognize a single one of the dozen or so titles listed.
In part because I didn't have t.v. Naydeehn gave me a stack of gay porn DVDs, the contents of which I found superior to regular t.v. programming, though I did learn the hard way that one shouldn't eat cottage cheese while watching cum shots.
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I'm shamelessly trying to be David Sedaris.
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Also, I adore the people who bothered to take my quiz:
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...I owe you a beer, or something.