Probably the same general interests as yours, only more interesting. I'm assuming you're an invalid, of course. Or at least more invalid than I am.
People who'll like me for who I pretend I think I want to be. People who like to talk about their naps. People who live in bigger cities and can tell me about things I don't really mind missing. People who know what it's like to aspire to mediocrity. People who understand understatement and understate understanding. People who can hold their goddamned whiskey.
Yeah, I like music... Hey, let's date and break up so I can whine a crappy song about you in front of all our friends. I'll play it on guitar, bass and drums and record it in my basement and you'll compare it to Bright Eyes or Joan of Arc or Interpol or Nick Drake or something and I'll cringe a little but accept your implied compliment and write another crappy song about how you missed me so much we got back together and croon it in front of all our friends even though you're dating someone else. Your new boyfriend will get all pissed off and threaten to beat me up but won't because he's been working on a song for you, too, but knows mine is better. Eventually, you'll dump him and he and I will become drinking buddies and record a concept album based on our collective experience with you. We'll call it "To All the Girl We've Loved Before" or something equally insipid. Yeah, I like music.
Yeah, I like movies... Well, I did, at least. Charlotte has no movie theatres yet. 'Round here we just shoot at old whiskey bottles in tobacco fields and talk about tits and car engines -- big ones (car engines, I mean).
Yeah, I like TV... But only watching the History Channel makes me feel really old.
Books are okay... I have a degree in reading stuff. I'm currently working my way through a copy of "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" that I picked up off the back of my ex-girlfriend's toilet. There may be some irony in this but I can't find it.
Anyone named "Axl." But not Axl Rose so much anymore.