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      • In response to: "If you could be a member of any band, what would it be?" Man Man. Like Blue Man Group, but with less body paint and more ragged t-shirts and trash cans.
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    • Turning the Gears

      • rusty gears

        My favorite sound is industrial. It's a close tie between an engine revving and the beat of machinery.

        Why? I don't know - maybe it's in my blood. Dad's been a mechanic since he was like fifteen years old. Your guess is as good as mine.

      • answered by thesometimes on 12/10/2010
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    • Who Needs Anemones?

      • sometimes, a hug is all what we need

        New. Exciting.

        I've never had more than a few close friends, from isolating myself so much as a kid - and through high school, when I was homeschooled. Friends were on the other side of a computer screen, period.
        Since moving in with Kelley, I've met some fantastic people - they know who I'm talking about. AHEM-HEM, caitlingabbyyou'reawesome.
        They're people I don't dread meeting for dinner because I know it will be awkward and uncomfortable, they're people I don't ignore calls from. People I want to be around, just to be around. It's new and bizarre, believe me.

      • answered by thesometimes on 12/10/2010
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    • 10 Things I Couldn't Live Without

      • Music
        I could say it comes from living with Kelley, who sings ALL the time, but the fact is that music is a huge part of both our lives. Nothing makes me happier than putting my music on shuffle and doodling.


        Drawing
        Love it. Whether traditional or digital. Monsters, mostly, but I like to doodle people I see, too.


        Coffee
        I'm not exactly a coffee connoisseur, and would probably ruin 'good coffee' with sugar and creamer, but making myself a pot of coffee and drinking it out of a teacup makes me indescribably happy. I used to think it was disgusting, so that's nice.


        Daydreaming
        I am quite content to drive in my car, with music blaring, and formulate plots and scenarios around the tune. So far, I haven't crashed into anyone.


        Being awake in bed
        It's not unheard of for me to wake up an hour or so before my alarm goes off, and lay there and think. See 'daydreaming'. It is the comfiest thing in the world.


        Laughing
        Obviously. Living with Kelley, laughs are never in short supply.


        Friends
        Alright, so, up until a few months ago, I had little to no social life. We're talking possibly ten hours a day on the internet, aside from work.
        Now I attend PRIDE meetings and meet lovely ladies for fondue (GABBY/CAITLIN, HOLLAAA) and take three-hour road trips with gay people who, by some chance fate, all seem to be sewn from the same cloth, and love every minute of it.


        Wilmington
        It's kind of a strange little backward campus town, but without it and UNCW, I wouldn't have moved in with Kelley when I did. I've made so many fantastic friends since moving here, I am struck dumb when I think about it. The community is fabulous, there is always something to do, and the drive is manageable to pretty much wherever you want to go.


        Internet!
        Not gonna' lie, I still love me some internet.


        Kelley
        Love of my life, my everything, my soul mate - I'd be really fucked up without her. She makes me laugh and she makes me aspire to bigger and better in my life, gives me the self confidence I've always craved. This is the woman I want to marry and grow old with. Love you, babe.


      • answered by thesometimes on 10/01/2010
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    • My Monster Never Lets Me Sleep

      • Monster #1

        I'm sure this is some kind of existential question about your worries and anxieties, but I'm going to be literal - what keeps me up at night is our neighbor's barking dog (who apparently only visits for a week at a time?), and dreams with a certain monster in them.

        The monster in question is mine - I draw and occasionally scribble a few words, and he's been around for a few years, and his name is Pitch. He has one eye and no legs; just a unicycle coming out of his pant leg. I won't go into too much detail, because that's not really the point of this exercise, but safe to say, he's spooky.

        I do get the occasional hyper-detailed dream with him in it, and I ALWAYS wake up shortly after he appears. Last night I dreamt I was a little kid, trying to find out what school I needed to go to. A priest came over to me, and asked if I was Catholic; I said yes, and we ran off across a big green field, to a group of kids. Pitch was suddenly behind me, and followed me into the school building as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

        No one seemed to see him, but as the class went inside the building, I had to stop at an old table to meet with the priest and do some paperwork to be enrolled. He asked about my parents, and I blanked; did I have parents? Where were they? I was only six years old for god's sake!

        Pitch leaned down next to my head, and I turned, and I could see all his sharp teeth and even the texture of his skin, and he rumbled, "Tell 'em I'm your daddy", and I woke up, still thinking I was seeing his grinning face in front of me. It was about 4:30am - I don't think I really made it back to sleep after that.

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    • Dream Houses?

      • This old house - the green distempered oblivion

        My dream house is a pile of rotted wood and fractured windows. Double doors past crooked front steps and a shaded porch. Ivy all over - paint, not so much.

        That's half a lie, I guess - on the one hand, I wish I had the knowledge and capacity to buy a very dilapidated house and refurbish it how I see fit. On the other, I think old, broken houses are very beautiful. If it weren't completely impractical and unsafe, I would love to live in a house that looked like the typical haunted mansion - maybe more old-style southern, you know? Friendly and hunched, like someone's grandmother.

        Someday I also hope to have some grasp of gardening - even if it's just enough to plant a few trees and bushes around said house. Willow trees. Azaleas.

        Having said those things, I think I automatically assume I'll be living on the east coast my whole life, where bright pink flowers and ragged front porches can still be found - I know this probably isn't true. My girlfriend wants to move to a city, somewhere, anywhere but the armpit of the south.

        But who knows? Maybe we'll find a nice, run-down house in the west. Or the north. Or Greenland. Or maybe we won't find a house at all. Maybe we'll find a nice apartment, or a townhouse, or an abandoned church. We've got our whole lives ahead of us, and dreams always change - my dream house of now and my dream house of ten years from now will undoubtedly be two entirely different things.

      • answered by thesometimes on 09/30/2010
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