I'd like to meet:
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Music:
fog horns, new england accents, sitcom laugh tracks, good hip-hop, singers with shitty singing voices, heroin music, bands with really witty band names, early nineties soft rock and R&B, mid-nineties indy-rock, late nineties talk radio, screaming chicks, glam rock, art rock, punk rock, dirty blues, stuff i haven't heard yet, music to lock yourself in a dark room and cut youself to (you know, metaphorically speaking), the soundtrack to Clueless, anything remotely interesting....
Movies:
Reality Bites. Thats all.
Television:
is bad for you.
Books:
really really boring stuff. like stale old russian literature and french existentialists. i once had a boyfriend who said "books are stupid". i liked that. then i cheated on him with someone literate. ya know, metaphorically speaking. charles bukowski was my hero, im less into idols these days.
Heroes:
the motorcycle boy