i like stuff. and also, things.
I'd like to meet a neurotic SWM in a dead-end job for mutual psychological torture and destruction, tepid sex, and co-dependency. I enjoy drinking, smoking, pornography, and self-righteous indignation.I can't stand movies, and the last album I bought was The Marshall Tucker Band's Greatest Hits. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless facts, and chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.I'm 27, but act 12 and feel 40. You are a whiny, bitter bastard with a misplaced sense of entitlement and unrealistic expectations. In time you will become coolly hostile when I don't fulfill every unmet need you've ever had. Bonus points if you just finished fucking every girl in town and but now want to take it slow with me.My perfect night would include getting hammered in a sleazy bar while you flirt with seedy old drunks, followed by an embarrassing screaming match. I would be open to an unsatisfying fling that leaves me filled with regret and dread but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into booze and pills. No friendships. I don't need any goddamn friends.
EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY!! NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL!! OKKERVIL RIVER!! Rachels, Band of Horses, Sharks Keep Moving, Mountain Goats, Grizzly Bear, Sigur Ros, Mogwai, Maserati, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Set Fire to Flames, RATATAT, Tristeza, yo la tengo, air, album leaf, belle orchestre, Skygreen Leopards pinback, songs: ohia, american analog set, iron + wine, the places, th decemberists, magnetic fields, television, grandaddy, belle & sebastian, the shins, camera obscura, talk demonic...
gone with the wind
i hate tv. yet i find myself watching garbage like "wife swap". then i cry. its pathetic.
GEORGE SAUNDERS
whoever invented the soy corndog.