frequently disappointed by the ways in which reality differs from my imagination
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songwriting. all about it. i carry a briefcase to my concerts because it's handy and i enjoy pretending to be an adult businessman. i love scotch. scotchy scotch scotch. i love the fall, and I hate the snow. i subscribe to the idea that a meijer store should be used as a playground for quasi-adults, and i love being there. i spent a period of my life as a scrabble junkie, donating my time and money to playing scrabble and acquiring scrabble paraphernalia, some more official than others (giant spray painted scrabble board?). thankfully clean for 8 months now (thankyou jesus), i can use my time for more constructive things, like helping form the Class II Amercan Non-Professional Kickball Association for the chronically untalented (the CANPKA, maybe you've heard of it?)
vanilla ice, so i can tell him he sucks.
motion city, fallout boy, death cab is like heroine, but i love it. green day's dookie album, journey, aerosmith's toys in the attic, bob seger, weezer's blue album and pinkerton, less than jake cause i was a skanker in high school, third eye blind, the black-eyed peas for some reason, cake's fashion nugget, goldfinger- the one with the curvy space lady on the cover, so many others... i'll have to think more about that.
wedding singer. when billy idol helps fight that guy at the end, man I just lose it.
reality tv is a cancer on the american mind. we've abandoned stories with plot lines and characters and moral anecdotes so we could find out how many three inch cockroaches the human stomach can contain.but i do enjoy a good episode of family guy.
my cat fatty, whose firm beliefs, invigorating political speeches, and steadfast dedication to the cause of feline supremecy have helped lift the race of cats to power in this country.