but i am there for the ****ing.
or my trapdoor is going to get covered up by cobwebs.
i don't even want to fill out the parts about favorite movies and other nonsense, or read theirs. i only want communicate (and know about others) age, a good face pic, good body pic, their job, education, and to see if they can write competently and have signs of sanity.
i mean, it's great to write about my love for Satie, Forbidden Planet, and Shel Silverestein and whatever... but really, who cares?
but until then i'm home, watching old episodes of The Johnny Cash show and Real Housewives on mute in the background.
here's the best thing that ever happened on The Johnny Cash show, it's when Shel Silverstein was the guest. just... prepare to be amazed.
i am so vain. and yet, so masochistic. how can the two coexist?