into: Being a neglectful, paranoid, complacent parasite (and ego worshiper) who can only muster enough courage to look after his own pathetic little ass and who spends too much time alone, inhabiting the ether of a misanthropic delusion, thereby developing a compulsion for masturbation (genital and intellectual).
not into: Being projected towards the future, hopeful and enthusiastic, half-blinded by my awkwardly eager smile, and with arms sprawled wide, right before colliding against the wall of disillusionment. Lentil soup.
makes me happy: Booze (in modest quantity, mind you), reading a dangerously depressing novel, Beethoven's piano sonatas, watching several movies back to back, and relishing in my spurious suicidal tendencies.
makes me sad: Being me, and then not being myself. (Moronic little paradox, but it's true)
hobbies: Fuck that shit! Only responsible, abiding and "employed" people have hobbies.
5 things i can't live without: Bah!
vices: Don't believe in 'em.
thoughts on sg: I hate it
i spend most of my free time: All my time is free time, kitty cat. And I spend it philandering with my left hand, of course. Don't tell Dexter.
body mods: Faint cigarette burn scars on my hands and on my right knee.
heroes: My parents (I know what you're thinking), all sexploitation filmmakers, and Muhammad Ali.
gets me hot: Girls with tattoos and troubled psyches. (how convenient)
favorite position: The waltzing walrus in formal dress. Surprisingly well behaved anarchist/hedonist sitting quietly in the back of the room.
sign: Whenever your ready to coax me into superstition.
most humbling moment: birth (I shall not try to persuade people into believing that I have any recollection of that moment)
i lost my virginity: But I'm in denial.
CIGARETTES: I have black lungs
MY DIET: Omnivore
ALCOHOL: Occasionally
MY DRUG USE: Up the nose
I AM LOOKING FOR: whoever comes along
POT: Occasionally
MY STATUS: not telling
