Been a while.
Home from college on Christmas break. Thought I'd post.
six facts this time. Ooh.
1. My goldfish, Kingsley Attwater II, died last night. Little fucker. I loved him so.
2. Rubik's Cubes are t h e s h i t . (i.e. freaking awesome)
3. I love black and white movies. The old ones. With Beatniks in them. Beatniks are basically my idols. Not that I'm not my own person, I just think their way of life is the most free and kickin' thing... next to Buddhism.
4. The following movies will change you:
American History X
SLC Punk
Shawshank Redemption
A Clockwork Orange (but read the book first)
L'Auberge Espagnole
Along with the following author:
Jack Kerouac (you'd better believe it, man)
5. Anyone who drives a vintage VW van is intrinsically cool. I say "vintage" because they're making them again, didn'tchya know.
6. Clowns and babydolls with those creepy eyes that open and close scare the shit out of me... not kidding.
Time to post again I suppose.
here goes...
1. I've recently had my heart broken again. you'd think after having it broken a few times, things would get easier, but it's just as hard as the last time.
2. I love too easily. I care too much.
3. I'm not as secure as I seem.
[to make up for the 7th and 8th of this month]
El Siete de Octubre
(1) Gnomes have sex-appeal.
(2) My roommate's narromindednes
(3) I'm a freak in the closet ;]
El Ocho
(1) I fall in love too soon, but I do so selflessly.
(2) My goldfish has four names:
Lesbian Seagull
Gerald Beta
Kingsley Zissou
Sir Mancliffe Heins Weizecki
(3) I'll bet you couldn't tell me what the "Woman of Willendorf" and Stonehenge have in common.
[skipped a day or two. on holiday from uni. forgot to bring my modem home with me x.o]
Da Hints
(1) Soy un virgen.
(2) Bob Dylan and I were lovers in another life. And yes, our children were fucking gorgeous.
(3) I own a MacBook... and I love it.
Your first three hints! Pop a cherry?
(1) I do Yoga and Tae Kwon Do.
(2) One word: CURRY.
(3) Jack Kerouac wrote in a novel once: "Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through the nightmare of life." But come now, let's not be so cynical.