Condensed and in no particular order:
1. My Meister:
He writes me love letters...he sends them snail mail... he always has. Even when we started living together. He gives me back rubs every night...even when he's sleeping he'll wake up to massage me. He sends flowers, he loves his son, he fights for me and our love. He believes in the goodness in everyone.
2. Mac and Cheese. Not the Velveeta kind...the blue box. That powdered shit is where it's at.
3. Anything having to do with chocolate (except for that white nastiness), coffee, wine, beer, and reality TV.
4. Road trips, traveling overseas, planning parties, reading, writing.
5. Sex...with Josh...and sometimes my pretty pink battery operated friend I like to call 'bubba'.
6. Poetry.
7. Saturday morning cartoons, bad infomercials, annoying chick flicks and trashy romance novels.
8. Anything that makes you uncomfortable.
Jewel
Infatuation
Infatuation is a strange thing.
A bony creature thin with feeding on itself.
It is addicted not to its subject, but to its own vain hunger
And needs but a pretty face to fuel its rampant imagination.
It's humid couch and sweaty palms.
It's fleshy carpets ablaze with conquest.
But when conquering is complete,
the blood leaves its limbs and it becomes disenchanted.
Disappointed even to the point of disgust
with its subject, who sits then, like a hollow trunk,
emptied of its precious cargo
and left to fade like defeated naval ships.
A seed relieved of its transparent husk,
to dissolve finally on a rough and impatient tongue.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us tobe careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments."The Invitation" Oriah Mtn Dreamer
If you know me... you know me. I go from Aqua's 'Barbie Girl' to Jeff Buckley to Mr. Cash to NIN to Three Six Mafia. I love listening to new stuff... I have a short attention span. Once I've heard a song once or twice I change it half way through every time after.
Oh and Lucas Crutchfield is going to be huge someday soon. Check him out on MySpace. ♥
I'm too indecisive to have a favorite movie. I love the one's that move me and I hate the one's that make me feel worse leaving than coming in (meaning gory horror flicks). If I could only watch one movie for the rest of my life, it would probably be The Princess Bride, The Notebook or Fight Club.
Reality TV, the history channel, the food network (ooh..unwrapped), Prison Break (helllloooo wentworth), E!, cartoons, pretty much anything mindless...b/c if I'm watching TV...it's after a long day and I don't want to think or in the background so the Apt isn't so quiet.
Ok, so I'm probably the most flighty person you'll ever meet. B/C I can't seemed to finish one thing before moving on to the other...I'm currently reading The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy, Me Talk Pretty One Day (thanx Mike), True Believer (Nicholas Sparks), The Historian, The Celestine Prophecy.
I just got done with Tuesdays With Morrie.
AND NOW... i'm on A Clockwork Orange, Christianity for Dummies (I LOVE LOVE LOVE the Dummies books...)
The Bitch Posse (I know....) and The Time Traveler's Wife.
Oh and whatever magazine has something interesting on the cover this month.