Occupation(s): test site for bodily limitations

Hobbies: drowning babies in the bathtub, watching octopi hunt their prey, putting little paper hats on statues of the virgin mary, scaling fences, mopedding around, dodging traffic, taking pictures of people peeing, and playing the "who likes you" game with borkie (he can never tell me, so i think the answer is 'no one')

Interests: online cults, globes, travel, terrible glossy magazines, theory, all forms of culture and pretension (sorry to be redundant), those websites with plastic surgery gone terribly wrong, jermaine jackson

Music: anything, everything current playlist: four tet, plaid, mum

Films (Non-Medicine): the paris hilton sex video

Books: lately, salinger and hemingway. the latter meaning that i recently enjoy formulaic boy-girl plots with tragic endings and little thought required.

Artists: the lord. no, that's a joke. uhhmmm... megan mchugh?

Heroes: most of them are dead, and i prefer to keep it that way. oh, and 'rinaldi, baby'

Enemies: microsoft outlook, fast food restaurants, white bread, the sink trap, the sarasota city planners, university parkway, tamiami trail + the people who yell prostitute at passerby... my thesis revisions + theory in general, esp. the notorious judy b.

Dreams: there was this giant old house that was a part of my house that no one lived in but me, apparently because everyone else was afraid of electrical failure (more specifically, of being electrocuted). it was practically unfurnished, save an old second empire looking couch (upholstered settee?). the paint was peeling. it was very humid in there, and the inside walls had the same peeling paint as the outside. both were slatted wood mounted like vinyl siding. there was a gulley between the 2 sections of the house, and it was built on a slant that teetered back and forth. to be in one room was to be in all other rooms at once, tho none were accessible from the others.

Quote: "Eeew!" - everyone who watched this guy puke and eat it when i was in highschool