bio v 5.0 I am 25. I went to college and afterward moved to New York City, where I got a job at a bookstore. Pretty much everything else is up in the air.
A normal day for me goes like this: I get up, swear I'll get a decent night's sleep for a goddam change tonight, shower, take the train into Manhattan, work in the book mine, do something, do something else, get pissed that I'm not going to get home til late, drink, get home late, then stay up even later for no good reason not accomplishing anything.
You know that Aesop Rock song "Daylight," where he goes "All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way?" I can relate to that. I don't get along with most of the culture that's around me, so I reject a bunch of stuff? Which often feels really empowering and also often feels really lonely.
I am kind of pissed at the activism of the sixties. It's pretty clear to me that America's in a bad place right now, and it's also pretty clear to me that smoking weed and having sex isn't going to make things okay. You know? So I'm kind of trying to redefine what activism is, for myself, on a small scale. I don't eat meat, stay away from leather, thrift my clothes, all that stuff. I'm generally not a dick about it, though, unless you want to confront me and try to convince me that I should, for example, eat meat. In which case fuck you.
Uh, not that I think this will fix America, but I'm not really that optimistic about fixing America. I'm optimistic about clearing a space where I, my friends, and people like us can live our lives without being fucked with from above.
I am terrible with relationships. No one believes me. Seriosuly, don't try to start a thing with me, I am a mess.
I'm in love with New York, but I am also in love with New Jersey.
Nobody cares what bands and writers and movies I like. Still: the Bouncing Souls, Aimee Bender, and Paul Thomas Anderson. |



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