my chest is a cozy nap spot; i'm a new york homeboy, though much to my chagrin, people routinely assume i'm californian; sometimes i'm entirely too serious, providing future opportunity to mock and ridicule me; i'm fairly well-versed in the nooks and crannies of nyc and game to explore the unexplored--like where the A train gets all weird out in beach channel; i want a second home upstate and a car (and need directions); i try to pair wine with even the most mundane of meals--tuna sandwiches and rhone whites rule my world; i finish morning jogs in the park with celebratory iced coffee and donuts; i actually like dancing, or at least something i pass off as dancing; i'd like to think i'm a stand up individual; i can throw you over my shoulder and carry you home.
My Ideal Person:
sugarsweet sunshine.
intelligent, humorous, sweet, soulful, warm, saucy. sock it to me. yeah.
The last great book I read my socks were recently knocked off by: robert caro, the power broker; and richard yates, revolutionary road. as for the last terribly over-hyped and painfully tedious book i've read: joshua ferris, then we came to the end. now that was a snoozer.
My most humbling moment list growing daily.
The celebrity I resemble the most alan arkin suge knight
The best or worst lie I've ever told i don't care. i care.
If I could be anywhere right now the bowery circa 1890 or 1977. the four seasons restaurant, 1959. any place nyc 1970's. a hudson valley country house with a river view.
Five items I can't live without absurdity, v-neck t-shirts/buttondown shirts, high-speed connection, music, showers
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier. mirrored walls are sexy; mirrored disco balls are sexier!
In my bedroom one will find... a window looking into my living room, a view of tin ceilings, a comfy bed, and the more-than-occasional sound of my neighbors' kid running across the apartment above.
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