Short walks in landlocked areas, pointless rumination, chugging coffee at all hours, observing proper hand-washing technique, shaking my money-maker for free, eliminating "slips, trips, and falls" in the workplace, exploring hypochondria, passive-aggression/codependency, sexual healing.
Someone with a pulse. On second thought, I'm optional on that. To quote Chasing Amy, "I've had sex with people I've downright loathed."
Is this really necessary? Oh, wait, above and beyond all else, Prince. He is my God. My friends talked me out of building an alter to him.
All That Jazz, Annie Hall, Ghost World, Purple Rain, and always, anytime it is on TV, no matter what I am doing, Silence of the Lambs.
American Idol/So You Think You Can Dance?, anything on Discovery Channel, Law and Order SVU, The Sopranos, Six Feet Under, anything on Comedy Central, Lucky Louie.
Magical Thinking, anything by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (AKA "The Libertine"), Dante's Inferno, anything by David Sedaris, anything by Anais Nin, other people's blogs.
Ludacris, Samuel Pepys, the guy who gives out free lighters at Hickey's, Elliot Stabler, Harriet the Spy, the Cat in the Hat, your mom.