Someone more interesting than the gum stuck on the bottom of my combat boots. Someone who has a "This Machine Kills Fascists" sticker on her guitar. Someone who can talk for more than ten minutes about any topic without using the term "superdelagate." Someone who has an interest in a career as an anti-corporate terrorist. Someone who likes falafel and schwerma more than hamburgers and fries. Someone who burns the midnight oil, but is not a pyromaniac. Someone who can spell and define the word "antidisestablishmentarianism" but never uses the word "hitherto" unless it's in a sarcastic tone. Someone who's met a guy who knew a girl who used to room with someone who used date someone who used to be in the Vaselines. Someone who thinks Billy Dee Williams is still cool. Someone who loves cucumbers but is deathly afraid of pickles. Someone who has never used the phrase "too much information" in their entire life. Someone who dances like no one is watching, but only when the shades are all pulled down. Someone who has the entire New York City subway map memorized but can't remember where they left their Metrocard. Someone who refuses to kill for an abstraction, but would gladly do it for the money. Someone who knows what Paul Stookey's real name is, but doesn't know why everyone thinks Mary Travers was a babe. Someone who cries every night but smiles every morning. Someone who won't ride in elevators, but lives in a high rise because they like the view. Also, the Dalai Lama, Nolan Ryan, Lucinda Willams and Isis from the Bob Dylan song.