cynicism. ha.

so an old friend called me up last night and asked me who i wanted to meet. besides being a rather cryptic question late at night from a girl i haven't spoken to in about four years, it's a rather silly question i find having to answer at all sorts of online places. ok, well, mostly myspace and friendster. i've actually gotten pretty tired of the question, and after avoiding the question by singing donovon's "i love my shirt" and insisting that the album it's from was called "banana jackel," i had to answer with the following, which i had just posted to myspace yesterday in the "who i'd like to meet" box:
I'd love to meet a cute guy that loves to drink whiskey, smoke, go to galleries, go see bands live, reads voraciously (including comic books), turn me on to good music, turn me on to good movies, watch bad movies with me, get shitfaced at barflys, and will still call me to see how my day is going. What's that? He doesn't exist? That's what I thought.

yeah. cynicism at its best. tada.