Time for some revisions.....Shredding, Fresh Tunes, Sick Gear, Leather Jackets, Tight Pants, Singing, My Long Island Friends, Pinot Noir with dinner, Stella Artois at the bar, Red Stripes at the parties, David Bowie, Olive Garden Salad (now I just buy the dressing...clever,eh?), Guitar, James "Iggy" Osterberg, Polka Dots and Stripes (at the same time? oh no), Diners are always nice, and last but not least Joey Bag of Donuts (Highly Recomended) I don't like a lot of things, but they are usually stupid things that annoy me at the moment, so they don't really count.
A skinny girl with a cool haircut!!!
David Bowie, Spoon, Lou Reed, The Velvet Underground, The White Stripes, Raconteurs, The Clash, The Cure, Regina Spektor, Born Ruffians, Libertines, Babyshambles, Of Montreal, The Coral, Bob Dylan, Cold War Kids, Scissor Sisters, The Sounds, Interpol, The Rapture, The Buzzcocks, Roxy Music, T-Rex, Ima Robot, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Television, Against Me!, Rolling Stones, Placebo, Grateful Dead, The Killers, Iggy Pop, The Stooges, Johnny Thunders, New York Dolls, Blondie, Tegan and Sara, The Misfits (danzig only), Richard Hell...There's plenty more but I forget a lot
Time for me to really list movies......Trainspotting, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, True Romance, Fear and Loathing, Where the Buffalo Roam, Slap Shot, SPUN, The Science of Sleep, Fight Club, Intermission, Natural Born Killers, Scrooged, Sin City, 200 Cigarettes, Departed, The millions of indie flicks I've seen but can never remember the name, Coffee and Cigarettes, Prestige, The Man who Fell to Earth, when I remember the rest I'll put them up.
Scrubs, Seinfeld and the Simpons....oh and I'm lucky on Sundays because I get to watch Family Guy....As you can see I do not have cable.
Oscar Wilde, William Burroughs, Irvine Welsh, Jack Kerouac
..'Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments, choose a starter home, choose your friends. Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite and higher purchase and a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you've spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future, choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life, I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons! Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?'