my little gazelle dog, belly dancing, the pch, riding countless hours on a motorcycle with my grandpa, the smell of trees in combination with burning wood and cut grass, my elvis room, bikram yoga, people, places, things, if it moves fast and i can ride it, refrigerator magnets, doin' da improv comedy, fun in the sun, lone backpack travel, the smell of gasoline, film, fresh sheets, playdoe, pop up books, jewelry with big stones, popcorn and soda at the movies, love, the ocean, nik-naks, red, poetry, magazines, photography, watering plants, candles, leaves during fall, standing up against heat registers because your limbs are freezing, dinosaurs, dr. suess, great conversation, edible panties because no one really eats them, hippity-hops, loud laughter, tea and coffee, my native american roots, record players, make-up, mummies, laughing so hard it hurts, taking days off work for no reason, old cameras, hot baths, julia child, fresh cut flowers, music, art history, flamenco, my stringed instruments, perfume that grandmas wear, crayons and paint, natural surrounding that i can breathe easier in, gummie worms, photo booths, dark chocolate, sitting on top of the mountain looking over los angeles, hats, rain on hot summer days, siamese twins, red wine, lightning and thunder, internal combustion, pickled pigs feet, mythical beasts
old men in dive bars with stories to tell and...and...
yes, it is delicious..
silent or talkies..
magnavox, circa early 90's, color
shakespeare was my first crush...i never learned how to read... my mom is typing out my profile for me.
he-man, jacques coustau, and the woman on the off ramp selling flowers for five dollars