driving golf carts. shoes. chicken queso nachos from qdoba. road rage. (i'm getting better) finding someone to play tennis with me. cats and dogs on tightropes walking. working out everyday so i can eat anything i want. yoga. trashy magazines (weakness). a good brownie. my skull and crossbones bike helmet because i'm such a badass. bread and butter pickles right out of the jar. supporting my friends in all of their creative endeavors. damn dirties enjoying street meat. baby lamb shaped butter. making power point presentations about people i don't like. haha, its true.
the girl who was so pissed off by my driving that she had to take a picture of me. love that. (it wasn't me, it was her, honest).the homeless guy that hangs out in front of the Bank of American on Vine and Sunset. he's always laughing about something and i want to know what it is.
Anything 80's, Bowie, Blonde Redheads, Bright Eyes, Postal Service, Moloko, White Stripes, Jude, Belle and Sebastian, Morcheeba, Bjork, Pj Harvey, G love, the Violent Femmes
The Pianist, The Breakfast Club, Say Anything, Saturday Night Fever, Sexy Beast, Dazed and Confused, Eternal Sunshine, Heathers, Buffalo 66, Swingers, Reality Bites...
Unfortunately I am a reality television whore, that is until I have my own show, then all others will just suck, well except maybe the Amazing Race, which I also plan to dominate someday. I also love Roswell. Jason Behr is half the reason I moved to LA, now if I can just find him.
Anything Bukowski. and nothing else.
crazy rachel, aka, mom. midgets who do porn. hey why not?