Sickle pears, Sid Meier's Civilization, finding a decent gyro in New York City, various tank tops, and keeping it real. Being a LiAnne the former Chicago Luvabull super-fan.
Maybe Lizzie Rossetti, just to see what all the fuss was about. Eleanor Roosevelt, John Krasinski, either or. Because of what the fuss was about.
Braid, the French Kicks, Rilo Kiley, Rihanna, Hey Mercedes, the Weakerthans, Hefner, Weezer, Garth Brooks, Joshua Radin, Martin Sexton, Hindemith, Bartok, Freda Payne, the Supremes, Destroyer.
The Science of Sleep; Breakfast at Tiffany's; All the Real Girls; Motorcycle Diaries; Amelie; Paris, Je T'aime; The Orphanage; L'Argent de Poche. Nearly any horror movie.
Unsolved Mysteries, Scrubs, the Office, Flight of the Conchords, A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila, America's Next Top Model, Project Runway, The Colbert Report, 24.
The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsberg, Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Bank. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith. Villette, Charlotte Bronte. Anything by my pretend boyfriend, Bill Bryson.
Eleanor Roosevelt, St. Catherine.