cats, bicycles, nintendo ds, well fitting clothes, photos, old smells, not shaving, breaking both body and soul
Music
rainer maria, the clash, ryan adams, lucero, now it's overhead, broken social scene, sage francis, at the drive-in, tom petty and the heartbreakers
Movies
gangs of new york, slumdog millionaire, fight club, 21 grams, pulp fiction
Television
baseball, lost, it's always sunny in philadelphia, dexter, oz, carnivale, heroes, twin peaks
Books
the children of men, brooklyn follies, a farewell to arms, underworld, anthem; watchmen, the filth, 100 bullets, y: the last man, a history of violence, american splendor
About me: ... He picks up speed and seems to lose this gangliness, the slouchy funk of hormones and unbelonging and all the stammering things that seal his adolescence. He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence... There is less fear in him now.
i helped my mom pick out new glasses today. i saw ones just like yours and told her all about you. haha. it makes me happy to think of you and your awesomeness.
