The possibility that someday I may have a costume made entirely of pixie dust. Chocolate-covered gummie bears. Running down staircases in a skirt. Spending quality time with my nails.
Pirouettes. My little lady Roxy.
Walking along the ledge of the sidewalk. Accidentally laughing out loud. Hugs. Palms. Any informational/directional stick figure. False Eyelashes. Fancy Mustaches. Paris. Quoting entire scenes out of movies with my siblings. My mothers endless energy. Recieving postcards and letters from my Japanese Fans. Cakebread. Wearing my shoes. Japanese style Karioke. Burying treasure. Wearing jewlery that looks like candy. Dancing in a tiny skirt like Furgie to the Black Eyed Peas. Getting waxed. Choosing other peoples outfits. Reading in the sun. Footy Pajamas. Avacados. overcast skies with random rays of sunlight. 65 to 75 degree weather.
Anything that someone tells me I cant do.
. Getting cosey with a cup of tea. Sniffing necks.
Being a girl...
All the babies my friends from any period of my life have had.
Is always in my head.
GRIZZLY MAN, Inn of the Fifth Happiness, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, White Christmas, all the Black Stallion movies, that Snowman cartoon that always played before the Gelsey Kirkland/Baryshnikov Nutcracker...it had that really nice falsetto song about walking through the air. Waiting for Guffman-Christopher Guest films in general, French Kiss, Finding Nemo, All That Jazz, 28 Days Later, Anything Tim Burton, All Baz Luhrmann, the Star Wars, All the Wes Anderson/Owen Wilson films, Eternal/sunshine, anything Audrey Hepburn...
Grey's Anatomy...the three episodes I saw were really good. Oh yes, Arrested Development, oh yes.
If you could eat books I would be morbidly obese...
My consistently ridiculous, endlessly entertaining, muy loco un poquito mexican familia...I obviously have no concept of the spanish language.