My job.. love the job. Sitting across from favorite Swedish Art Director in crime "Skoj Skoj!" Reading in the bath.. a really hot bath with suds. Kayaking. Making my friends laugh and snort. Making my friends laugh at my snort. Scamming piano music off the internet... come on would you pay $50 for a Yann Tiersen sheet music book? Knitting (I can lose myself in the click of my metal needles). Bowed Psaltry.
People who carry as much shit in their bags as I do. Compass for the kayak. Check. Listerine..when you can't remember the last five hours, 'cause you know you haven't brushed your teeth and Lord knows what the hell else was in your mouth. Check. Compact journal, aka three inch thick masterpiece holder, for those ingenious concepts and designs. Check. Very small First-Aid Kit...because I hurt myself all the time (let's have soup for lunch..BAM burned the right hand. Damn!) Video iPod and charger. Check. Wallet. Double-Check. That's the list...damn I must've cleaned recently. P.S. I just bought a new purse - Kendrick called it a suitcase..I can fit two external hardrives in this sucker..who's laughing now bitch.....
I heart music.
I'm a sucker for anything that can make me forget the crazy guy sitting behind me muttering and laughing at himself, the little kid crying, the person next to me taking five minutes to open their Swedish Fish, and the giant tub of popcorn leaving butter stains on my favorite pair of jeans. I would watch movies in the dark all day... I love foreign movies - turn off the captions and sit on the couch in wonder...
The History Channel. PBS! I am a PBS Dork! PS Netflix has a whole section on PBS Documentaries..this could be an issue. Maybe I should start getting therapy for this early..nip this in the ass.
Favorite book: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Aaah, God I also love Sister Wendy books. I grew up watching her show on PBS. (Here goes the 15 minutes speech about why I love public television) If I had to throw one book away... wait, why do I have to throw any of my books away..who's question is this?
The man that stuffed my down pillows - never letting me get out of bed on time. He's probably related to the man that gave me my down comforter and featherbed. Maybe he's not my hero. Nemesis!