southern boy who's lost his accent but not his taste for chik-fil-a. I hate long flights, 'people' magazine, paris hilton, the castro hill, too much cologne, and uppers and lowers. i'm becoming increasingly alarmed at the consistent appearance of lindsay lohan in my dreams. i love to dance but hate a club. i'm way into risotto, the almost comic sense of neighborhood in noe valley and nerdy indie boys.
