Music: Editors - Push You Head Towards the Air
Mood: Not Sure
Mood: Not Sure
I find Ray Bans offensive.
Also, people that wear sweatbands on their legs: why?
I could listen to Radiohead's Nude for the next 24 hours and not mind one bit.
Secretly, I worry that my hair is becoming the generic corporate side-part I loathe.
I can be incredibly OCD depending on the context.
I fear that losing my mind in a supermarket is an inevitable circumstance given the amount of angst I submerge.
I have an incredibly easy time trusting total strangers, but resist allowing the people I love in.
Why is it called "practicing" medicine, as if its akin to honing the technique on your jump-shot?
I wish I was a better guitar player.
I'd like to think there's a chance I'll be married one day down the road, but would be more than content to live the rest of my life single and free to be where the wind takes me.
As much as I love metropolitan environments, I also crave the solace of suburbia.
The American economy, once mighty, is a shadow of its former self. This is news to nobody except Dubya.
I wish Cramer would get fired. He makes my life hell.
Kanye West's opinion is unnecessary. As is Ron Artest's.
Obama '08.
No joke, Hip-hop literally saved my life on more than one occasion.
Sirius satellite radio has brightened my afternoon commutes with the Tsar.
I use the word aggressive a lot nowadays.
I like to believe that I'm serving a greater good with my life; this has yet to be confirmed or denied.
I'm convinced energy drinks will be involved somehow in the prelude to World War 3.
I love Skittles and Oreo's.
My musical taste depends on too many variables and ultimately scares me.
I've worn the same pair of jeans for three months without washing them before. Nasty.
Several times in College I awoke to find myself staring a Jason Cassis passed-out with his face burrowed in a Donut box.
I remember faces better than names, but have a strange xenophobia about myself.
I want to adopt a child.
A Tarot card reader in Boston told me that I would die at the age of 22.
I hated every minute of high school and its forced/broken social structure.
Los Angeles is a marvelous and yet poorly constructed city.
Devendra Banhart makes me feel like I'm on acid.
What exactly is acid, and why do people refer to it as being dropped?
I have fond memories of Waltham.
Text messages have made flirting more enjoyable and frustrating.
I hate hate hate the phrase "Don't Worry About It".
The Brits are suffering from withdrawal symptoms from the last Oasis album.
I fear the ocean.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Chelsea FC and the Los Angeles Lakers.
I dream of the day when my child graduates from College.
I feel like you need to know that I hate Colgate toothpaste. Mentadent is fine. Crest is the norm.
I should definitely do something like this. I wonder how many interesting snippets I can come up with.
yeah its sort of a new idea im going to try out going forward. its surprising how many random ideas come to you throughout the day.
i love this post. i am so doing my own confessions one of these days. i think the trick is to not sit down and spill it all at once, because then you tend to become more inventive than introspective, but to compile it over a period of time. i've done it that way at least once and been sufficiently happy and even mildly surprised by some of my own extreme (albeit inconsequential) opinions.