making amazing mix tapes that I can never quite bring myself to give to people, wearing shorts on ShortsDay, smoking an old-man pipe, getting on mystery buses and buying random ingredients like waterchestnuts and wasting my time writing things like this to avoid doing work.
I want a boy with smooth liquidation, I want a boy with good dividends, At Citi Bank we will meet accidently, We will start to talk when he borrows my pen.
Hot Chip, CSS, New Young Pony Club, Daft Punk, The Postal Service, Death Cab For Cutie, Rogue Wave, The Shins, Q and Not U, Grandaddy, Modest Mouse and Belle and Sebastian are currently on the playlist of Club Carrie.
Preferably Swedish films involving people with beards or morbid stories about beautiful troubled people usually culminating in their death.
A blank screen is always good but a screen filled with documentries about morbidly obese people explaining why a pizza is healthy option is not a bad thing either.
Mainly books with the usual dysfunctional, apathetic adolescent morosely pondering their existence…it’s a bonus if they happen to be Japanese too.
I'm holding on for a hero...