Heights; open water; home invasion; and the thought of waking up in public with a boner.
Last night while screening AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON, I accidentally stood on my Xbox controller.
While walking around Austin I found a man dressed in a black cape and a rainbow clown wig. He was holding a cardboard sign that read "Hello, is it me you're looking for?"
Green t-shirt from Cotton On, blue hoodie from The Warehouse, brown corduroys (not pictured) from The Gap, mismatching socks from my wife's sock draw (also not pictured).
Crime terrifies me. A few years ago I experienced a home invasion and the experience really stuck. I’ll often dream of shady burglars terrorising my home, and piles of clothing will transform themselves into master thieves in the night.
Dear Cynthia, I write to you as I fear I've done it again: I have fallen in love. She is young and charming and naive and reminds me of you. Always of you.
Yesterday I spent several minutes wondering what the collective noun for fettuccine was. Then I realised it was just fettuccine.
Someone somewhere in the world just made a delicious chili and I can't stop thinking about it. #mmm
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Currently, I'm relaxing in an unbuttoned shirt and listening to Simon & Garfunkel – The Sound of Silence