Pacing

I don't watch too many movies. But I love me some tv. The Daily Show, The Office, The Colbert Report, 30 Rock [Watch It!!], Countdown w/ Keith Olbermann, Futurama, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Robot Chicken, Dirty Jobs, Mythbusters. Yeah...

Barenaked Ladies, Weezer, Regina Spektor, Yael Naim, Beck, Bob Dylan, They Might Be Giants, Kimya Dawson, The Moldy Peaches. There's a lot more, but I'm too tired now [also too tired to compulsively arrange these in alphabetical order]

Animal Vegetable Miracle, and Sherlock Holmes right now.

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Are you James Lipton?
No, no, James Lipton does not turn me on.

If anything, James Lipton turns me off. [Nothing personal, Mr. Lipton]

Well, isn't there a pretty obvious thing you, dear reader, already know about me, due to being on this particular site?
Social Anxiety Disorder...though, funnily [it's a word......] enough, since my therapist was talking about how that's just one aspect of myself, and I shouldn't be too quick to label myself as ANXIOUS, I feel a bit anxious about blatently labeling myself as such. I guess it's too late if I'm on a site with social anxiety in its name.
Need a job. Or some sort of structure. I'm kind of floating right now because I'm too anxious to do anything!
PS — I find the description "desperate" humorous. True... but still, humorous.