Do you like Television?

I'm doing it again. I'm becoming what I project as a particular person's ideal girl, all in the mere hopes that it will get me someone who cares. Well to the best of my ability. I've always been me, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, I choose to...amplify certain traits. This time around I am me with a severe rock and roll complex. I drink hard, I talk hard, I talk all kinds of smack. I come out to shows. Spesifically, the band the boy plays guitar in. My accessories include a metal cigarette case always at capacity (with cloves), a whiskey sour, and a bored expresson. I essentally become the guy in that LCD Soundsystem song "Losing My Edge". I've heard of everything, if you dig it and I've never heard of it, it's "okay". I will rep what I love. It is all about spin. Control. Those two words. Spin. Spin. Spin.

And it's not that I'm a greep, it's just that I pay attention to what or who fascinates me. For example, I could not tell you a thing about the girl I met after helping my friend move. Well I could, but I'd have to spend a few moments thinking. On the other hand, I can recall with a certain degree of uncanny detail odd and bizarre bits of information. My acting teacher, for example: is married, has two kids aged 2 and 4, the 2 year old is special needs, he's 32, his wife is 33, her birthday is coming up, is 6'4, referenced Madonna within the first 30 minutes of class, has a panic disorder. Don't ask why I can remember that, but have difficulty with the formulas for finite math, physics, geometry, chemistry...

I am not a fake.