Doritos, sweatpants, karaoke, opera, making documentaries, rubber chickens, french fries, Jessica Alba, listening to the radio, cellphone tetris, my tabi sneakers, going out for breakfast, writing musicals, and my pastel green Dingos.
Rollerskating gospel choir
I really love the karaoke performances at Cathay Pacific and the Fox & Hound, but I think of my taste in music as a charcuterie, if you will, of genres and moods.
Coming to America, Wayne's World, Office Space, Harold and Kumar Go To Whitecastle.
The Golden Girls, Trivia no Izumi, The Office.
Love 'em! Read 'em!
Don't you love it when you're waiting on the platform at the T, and the doors to the train open right in front of you? That always makes me feel like a princess. The Princess of the T. Not that this has anything to do with heroes. The T isn't my hero. It's always late or breaking down. And sometimes the cars smell. And just a few weeks ago some chick inexplicably gave me the finger. She didn't look crazy, either. She was really well coiffed and sytlishly dressed- I remember thinking her boots were cute. She's not my hero either. I just felt like filling in this space. Just forget it, ok?