metal to flesh, really beautiful ink, the word "fuck" (its so versatile), earl grey tea with just milk, hot girls, my woman love, laughing until my face aches from smiling, road trips, people watching (creepy, yes?), long boards, travelling, vinyl, good old common sense, common courtesy, good manners, anatomy lessons, 4-6am, photography, franglais, pin up, not breaking my ipod, good songwriting, sick beats, solid breakdowns, cereal for any meal, red wine, pints, making your jaw drop, really good excuses to stay in bed all day, breakfast/lunch/dinner/martini dates with my favourite girls, rolling words around on my tongue.
beards. lots of em.
anything i can feel or dance too. e.g. the beatles, bob & damian marley, brand new, buck 65, cold war kids, deftones, bob dylan, every time i die, fleetwood mac (ya, i said it), gorillaz, head automatica, jeff buckley, kanye, zepplin, massive attack, minus the bear, mos def, portishead, postal service, radiohead, rage, old rancid, REFUSED, rise against, old saves the day, shins, stars, kweli (you mean talib, lyrics stick to your rib?), tegan and sara, thrice, van morrison. golden horseshoe rock: alexis, bedouin soundclash, boysnightout, broken social scene, cancer bats, death from above 1979, feist, the fullblast, the junction, metric, moneen, simcoe st mob, the reason. oh and nick cannon... cause he's hilah-rious.
the ones i don't fall asleep to.
i don't actually own a tv BUT... jeopardy, family guy, south park, discovery channel, jon stewart, dave chappelle, arrested development, the L word, dead like me, huff, weeds, the office, 30 rock.
anything by coupland, palahniuk, findlay, salinger, vonnegut, orwell, huxley, onadaatje or eddings. the vice guide to sex, drugs and rock and roll, pornographers poem, ishamael, perks of being a wallflower.
my parents... for still liking nay... loving each other after 28 years.