january cant come soon enough. jeeeez. pretty much into twix bars, wood-fired pizzas, crunch-wrap supremes from Taco Bell, credit cards, rainy days, snowy days, Boondock Saints, Grandma's Boy, Tarantino films, FHM and Men's Health magazines, surf/snow/wake, cadaver lab, babies (but not the two together though), girls...errr women(?) and the ones that can shake their j-lo's, a good gin and tonic with two limes, percocets, O.A.R., new socks, barbeques with good friends, playing frisbee, Vespas, hot tubs with underwater lights on downtown rooftops (good times), '69 Chevelles, conversations with our elders, the smell of gas when i fill up, the way leather feels, and people passionate about life....I can't stand lazy people, overweight people (sorry, obesity is not genetic), bill collectors, telemarkers, being unorganized, bad news, dog and cat hair on my clothes, lesbian action (cause where do i come in at?) the way raw onions and cauliflower taste, people who mix up 'there', 'their', 'they're', tuff guys, shitty music and the Tony Danza show. I have learned so much about myself since this past january that it's unreal. From massage therapy school, to working my ass off, soaking in all the chaos going on right now in the middle-east, and learning from past relationships. I'm a good cook, I think honesty and truth is sexy, can't tolerate apathy, love people who do what they do with passion, those who are self-sufficient with natural sociability, intelligence is beyond hot, arrogance is not. I can talk to anyone but get uncomfortable when people hit on me, like it when people can challenge a standard of thought.
