Megan Alexandra.
This is stuff that I think about and stuff that you think about.
I Like.
Summer because I can drive with my windows down. Beer at the library. Old things, secondhand things, vintage things. Microwaves so I don't starve because I can't cook. Vitamins because microwave food isn't so healthy. When wrestlers become movie stars. Learning things. Tasteful nudes. Jason Mewes with long hair. Seeing new cities and people and places. Writing down everything.
Music.
Act Fast. Black Flag. Braid. Cosmic Gate. Fedde Le Grand. Friendly Fires. The Honorary Title. Japandroids. Kaskade. Ladyhawk. Land of Talk. Late of the Pier. Library Voices. Manchester Orchestra. Northstar. Ra Ra Riot. The Radio Dept. Reverie Sound Revue. Treasure Fingers. Verse. Wolf Parade. Woodhands.
Reads.
The Average American Male. The Bean Trees. Bitch Magazine. How to Make Love Like a Pornstar. Less Than Zero. Playboy Magazine. Runaway Devil. Vice Magazine. World War Z.
Film.
28 Weeks Later. 9 to 5: Days in Porn. American History X. American Psycho. Back to the Future. The Blind Side. The Butterfly Effect. Charlie Bartlett. Clerks II. Die Hard. Die Hard With A Vengeance. The Expendables. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Goodfellas. Grandma's Boy. The Hangover. Inglorious Basterds. Kindergarten Cop. The Lion King. Little Miss Sunshine. Live Free or Die Hard. Mallrats. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Religulous. Requiem For A Dream. Superbad. Taken. Total Recall. XXX. Zombieland.
Television.
Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. Arrested Development. Cathouse. Criminal Minds. Freaks and Geeks. Intervention. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Lost. The Office. Third Watch.
I Don't Like.
How I can't make up my mind about anything.
I fell off my chair when no one was there.
Sunday, November 22, 2009, 2:49 PM
There are so many things I want to say and you can hear them tip-toeing up and down the hall, pacing as I procrastinate. And you will never get here; you will pass here but you will never get here. And when you are there do you stare and do you feel your heart beat against your rib cage because I do. And when you feel do you sigh in desperation because you just can't follow through. I swear that I'd say yes you are enough and maybe it's just the intoxication and the song playing through the speakers but for a minute I really thought I wanted this; but in my deepest thoughts I don't; neither of us deserved this but here we are. But you kind of deserved it. You deserved it. You are the cause and the effect and you deserved it.