I'm really into laughing. I do a lot of it these days. Oh yeah, and I enjoy being a sonuvabitch. I read books. I write. I paint. I commit fully to life and don't look back. I'm interested in things that don't seem to make sense. Make-outs involving a certain hot little angel.
The unsinkable world-changers of our time. Steven Colbert, Jon Stewart, MC Chris, The Phantasm, Marilyn Manson, Bjork, Steven Spielberg, Frank Oz, Brian Froud, Chuck Palaniuk...they are all on the ever growing list. It's too bad Bukowski's kicked the bucket because I think we'd get along famously.
Here's a couple bands that I like: Pixies, Metallica, PJ Harvey, NIN, Gwar, Nirvana, Decendents, Hollywood Undead, They Might be Giants, Tom Petty, Pat Benetar, Megadeth, Primus, Danzig, Venom, Tool, Interpol, White Stripes, Modest Mouse, Faith No More, Marilyn Manson. Those aren't in any particular order, and that's not all that I listen to either.
My whole damn life has felt like a movie. There really needs to be an intermission cause I have to pee pretty bad.
We don't do that. Possible exceptions include: ATHF, Sealab, and The Simple Life. Good Eats is an awesome show.
If you have the ability to read, you should go to the bookstore (right now so you don't put it off forever) and buy a copy of Post Office by Charles Bukowski. You'll thank me, and I'll just shrug.
Myself. Andrea. The rest would be a list of my friends who have the hearts of tin men, the courage of lions, and the brains of the scarecrow. I always had my curtain.