at the risk of sounding obnoxious
i love sassy bitches, hugs, cheese, ambition, intuition, giggles, etymology, big cities, good cuddlers, beards, children, and trees
loyalty. making people smile. sweaters. dirty fuckin mouth. really good hugs. languages. procrastinating. food. gbs. kids. exploring. bed. havin my nails did. rap music. old music. good music. music my friends make, ie., drunky brewster, cocky like a rooster, drunky brewster, always from the future. bacon egg and cheese heroes from the bodega. biceps. pants that are too tight for me. sweats. r&b circa 1993. goin to pound town. water. learning that there is an art to everything we do. falling in love with whatever. books with four leaf clovers pressed between the pages. long hot showers every day. thomas payton berkley. animals. flannel sheets. cuddling. christmas lights. cans of coke. sopa de pollo. walking with my music. chipmunk beats. orchestra beats. jazz loops. rats on the train tracks. some of the more enthusiastic subway performers, especially the south american guy with the reed pipes of delancey/essex fame who performs his own version of "colors of the wind" with such astounding gusto, and the old man at 14th street who sings the blues better than anyone i have ever heard in my entire life. and he's not a performer, but the guy who hangs out around union square with outfits made entirely of ratty newspaper shreds is pretty cool too, i guess. or whatever.
i want a kitty for christmas.
i didn't get one, but it's okay. i live vicariously through the pet ownership of others.
the secretary. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. tank girl.
birth stories on the discovery channel. i almost always cry
everything is illuminated by jonathan safran foer
drown by junot diaz
tristan and iseult translated by joseph bedier
strange pilgrims by gabriel garcia marquez
my life in heavy metal by steve almond
the blind assassin by margaret atwood