The Romantic Egotist - ProfilesArchive

About Me

There are a lot of places I like, but I like Texas better.
I'm a real good liar, and that's the truth.
Always mad and usually drunk, but I dig music.
I want a piece of the Agrocrag.
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I went to Dallas and had myself a time, but then I went to Austin and fell in love...
Music is life. Live life well.

HEY..........Been trying to meet you, MmMmMmMmMm..........Hey, must be a devil between us, or whores in my head, whores at the door, whore in my bed. But HEY..........Where have YOU been?.........IF YOU GO, I WILL SURELY DIE!

VerÃ³nica [beh-rOne-ee-kuh]: has an infuriating propensity to question your knowledge. Tell her something and she'll ask for the source, complete with footnotes. VerÃ³nicas don't really believe anyone else until the definitive reference work becomes available. It's hard to be more knowledgeable than a VerÃ³nica because she soaks up knowledge like a sponge soaks up water. This can do wonders for your intellectual scope and horrors for your ego.

My Interests

I love four things,
in the following order:

1. God
2. Family
3. Texas
4. Rock & Roll

Honorable Mention: Commercials

I'd like to meet:

Music:

AC/DC, Art Brut, The Beatles, Beirut, The Black Keys, Black Market Revival, Bob Dylan, Born Ruffians, Burden Brothers, Dr. Dog, Eagles of Death Metal, Fauna Noir, Jeff Buckley, The Jinx, Kings of Leon, Nic Armstrong, Pixies, Queens of the Stone Age, Rolling Stones, The Strokes, Toadies, The Walkmen, Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Television:

Rescue Me, Mad Men, LOST, Ugly Betty, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Office (UK/US), Reba, Everybody Loves Raymond

Books:

I like Oscar Wilde, Nick Hornby, Greil Marcus, F. Scott Fitzgerald, J.D. Salinger and W.P. Kinsella, but I'd have to say my favorite book of all time is Johnny Cash's autobiography "Cash" by Johnny Cash.

Heroes:

Jesus Christ, Auguste and Louis Lumiere, Lester Bangs, Pamela Des Barres, Cameron Crowe, Robert Rodriguez, and my mom

My Blog

Hair Magnet Revival (Or how I never thought Id see or discuss one ever again)

So the other day I was working, minding my own business. All of a sudden I could hear a little girl, no more than twelve years old, who was walking up to her mom with some very exciting news.&nbs...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 07:07:00 PST

Dont Leave (Or how Tyler James has infiltrated my mind and stolen my ideas)

Of course, I'm going to dissapoint. Don't tell me that I deserve better. Of course, I'm going to fall for you. What did you expect me to do? Don't leave, I've got so much to tell you, and there's...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 03:29:00 PST

A lovely thought (Or how everything is illuminated)

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence? Everything is Illuminated. ...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 07:55:00 PST

Oh, so did I tell you that I moved to Austin? (Or how the title really says it all)

No, really. The title says it all. By the way... Keep it to yourself, if you please! ...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 10:05:00 PST

Oh, how the mighty [will] have fallen (Or how she contemplated death over cold pizza)

I've been thinking about death lately. Well, I only thought about it for maybe an hour this morning actually and then only because Johnny text messaged me at an absurd hour, to write: Owen Wilson...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 04:04:00 PST

It's official (or so says Veronica...)

I give up. Do something.
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 01:12:00 PST

Thunderkashmir (Or how this could mean the end of the world as we know it)

I was at a bar last night (shocker, I know), with my brothers John and Christopher and my broseph Abel. We were drinking and smoking and having a good time. Abe and I were talking about...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Sun, 27 May 2007 07:22:00 PST

Damn me, if I ever become a teacher (Or how I hate the sound of footsteps on tile)

If I ever mention to anyone in this assembled party that I ever want to become a teacher in any establishment that falls short of the college level, please punch me....or put something in my drink, an...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Tue, 01 May 2007 02:39:00 PST

I thought Boston fans were lame (Or how everyone that frequents Mulligan's is an asshole)

I went to Mulligan's the other night because I had run out of viable options, and I sat down with a pint of the tasty brew. Next thing I noticed was a guy alternating glances between me and another gu...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 11:00:00 PST

I don't like being patronized (Or how it's really fucking cold right now)

If you happen to be out with me at any given watering hole on any given night and you want to know if I'm drunk yet, all you have to do is be condescending towards me...or not at all. In fact you coul...
Posted by The Romantic Egotist on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 07:00:00 PST