my dog. a tent. the open road.
conversations about sustainability, architecture, love, literature, politics and taking action, night frisbee, indie rock, kickball, rock climbing, art, adventurous travel, human rights, spontaneity and laughter. and someone who will play in the snow with me as this is the first i've ever experienced powdered rain.
fugazi weeds out the dead wood. they (were) intricate, smart, and stuck to the roots. people either love them or don't; there is no in between fugazi fan. i usually, with stealth like kitten speed, dart away from people who state, "fugazi...i just didn't get it!"
first of all, who carries around a portable dvd player and their 3 favorite movies? second, if you do happen to find yourself stranded on a deserted island, shouldn't you be taking that shit apart and refashioning the player into some sort of radio transmission devise all Professor style and use the dvds to reflect the sun sending morris code or sos signals? i wonder if netflix still guarantees their "speedy" delivery way out in the middle of no where.
How I Met Your Mother...funniest fucking show on TV.
Youth in Revolt by CD Payne. Nick and Holden would be fast friends. Running With Scissors makes me laugh out loud on the bus. I can't decide if Susan Issacs is pretentious or just that smart; I'm only on page 11. And I'm awaiting my package of goodness including, 'Is Belief in God Good, Bad or Irrelevant?: A Professor And a Punk Rocker Discuss Science, Religion, Naturalism and Christianity' and 'Rock Stars on God: 20 Artists Speak Their Minds About Faith.'
why do chicagoans call it a washroom?