I believe I'm in a bit of a transitional phase right now, so bear with me as I attempt to figure this sort of thing out. But, to whet your appetite.......surviving, breathing, accomplishing, my friends, excessive gossiping about my friends, forward movement, positivism, rose-colored glasses, pretty girls, dives where I can actually hear you speak and a gumball after every meal.
Are you an old friend who is cyber-stalking me? Excellent! Write me an e-mail, I'd love to hear from you. The harassment of strangers is also welcome.
I'm supposed to laundry list here, right? Okay, imagine I've catalogued a lengthy slate consisting of number of hip bands you've heard of, one or two that you may have not, something old or rootsy to add credibility, and a real stunner that's facetiously ironic. Seriously, I'm a lot less pretentious then I used to be. I like everything....everything but Reggae.
I don't watch television.....I flip through television. When I do stop, there is an enormous dichotomy between the two things I'll scrutinize. The first is the highbrow stuff.....Nova, National Geographic, Frontline, The Discovery Channel. The second is significantly more moronic.....Elimadate, Cheaters, Cheap Seats, Skin-a-Max, those VH1 "Fundit" shows.
"I'll never forget the day I read a book. It was contagious. Seventy pages. There were pictures here and there, so it wasn't hard to bear, the day ... I read a book".