good times
2006-02-08, 8:28 a.m.

We talked for an hour and a half last night. He likes the White Stripes, the Cure, RATM, Rammstein, and the Killers though not as much because of some beef they had with another band he likes more.

He's prochoice. He thinks men who are antichoice should be "punched in the face," which I like because it taps into my vehemence. I brought up the political conversation by mentioning the protest pictures on myspace. He doesn't believe in organized religion. He believes the way to spirituality is not through another person or organization, but through oneself. Which is all I've been saying. He brought up the religion discussion.

We talked about Shortman. He likes that I don't do baby talk, we discussed how I'm adamant about raising a strong willed kid and not a little wanker whiney ass. It was nice to have my efforts appreciated. :)

We have so much in common, it's just weird. He told me I was amazing or something like that. Cause I get into the same stuff he does. I like anime and Aqua Teens. We have the same political feelings, and I don't intimidate him. He's the same way I am, doesn't change his views according to who's company he's keeping. At least that's what he says, I suppose it remains to be seen.

We agreed on one thing definitely. We had a great time last Saturday. And we want to see more of each other, so that's what we're going to do. So goodbye, my evil maharaja, and hello to my penniless citar player.

Watch the damn movie. Moulin fuckin Rouge.