cooking elaborate coursed meals. my neice, zoe blue gazzuolo. grocery shopping in heely roller shoes. smiling while running. sprinklers. meaningless competitions. impromptu dance parties. sexy heels. great dresses. engrossing novels. great live music. chillin' with j. powerful art. talking with my mom. grandma's blue room. discussions with t. pursuing my career. knowing, meeting, and enjoying kick-ass people. losing myself in my inner universe and bringing myself back to the physical one. hilarity. writing. memories of my father. hugs. entertaining myself. coming up with new ideas for hilarious porn.
HONEST PEOPLE. i have zero tolerance for walking pieces of shit. zero. oh, and people that win air-guitar competitions, people that win rock-paper-scissor competitions, and the quasi-autistic kid from spellbound.
thelonious monk, dvorak, zap mama, jurassic 5, manu chao, carla bruni, al green, jo jones, coltrane, leonard cohen, pink floyd, beatles, hildegard von bingen, shuggie otis, gorillaz, dylan, gotan project, morphine, the roots, thievery corporation, replacements, sinatra, mozart, bach, miles davis, johnny cash, and the list goes on, and on, and on...and on.
i enjoy the little mermaid and detest 300. i also love happiness and almost vomited while watching message in a bottle.
the golden girls are pretty awesome to watch while i set up the bar. blanch, that whore, is just a riot. ya know?
ones that i can lose myself in.
benevolent people. anyone that can face the worst parts of themselves, work through it, and truly evolve as a human. raj for loving his children so, so, so much. my father for fighting against the unbeatable. my mother for her compassion, strength, and heart of gold. theresa for guiding me through my darkest moments. and my brother for attaining a fantastic life.