Popin & Lockin, Yo-yos, local music, Graceland, Guinness & Whiskey (a lady's drink), race cars & cock rock, yellow mustard, cracker-tots, classic bubble gum, making t-shirts with random quotes on them, puddle jumping, playing log-lady vs. log-man, fritos and fountain sodas on the front yard, sunburned bass players and avoiding the Lord Of The Rings trilogy at all costs.
Someone with a never-ending supply of green Trident gum. Hot damn is that shit good. Don't try and fool me with other brands, I know better.
The Girls Just Want To Have Fun soundtrack. Over and over. And over.
Billy Madison, Zoolander, Amelie, Bowling for Columbine, Igby Goes Down, Run Lola Run, Pecker, Anything from Kevin Smith (except Vulgar, I still need a shower on the inside), Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, so many more... god can't think, brain freezing. Fuckit.
I still don't have cable. However, my sweet, dear, evil boyfriend does. I am now addicted to stupid television like MTV's "I Want A Famous Face". It's ridiculous since I'm too chicken to watch half of it and just end up hiding my eyes and squealing.
I bought someone a Rush DVD for Christmas at Best Buy. The damn pimply 17-year old at the counter asked if I'd like a "free" subscription to Entertainment Weekly. I agreed and paid for the DVD with my damn check card. Ever since I've been getting these damn magazines and getting charged each damn month for a damn magazine that I don't want to read. I've tried cancelling my damn subscription 3 times and even had my damn check card cancelled. Just when I think I'll never have to see another damn Entertainment Weekly again in my life, one will show up in my damn mailbox. Because I'm getting charged for the damn things and it's such a holy-damn waste of paper, I'm forced to read the damn thing from cover to damn cover out of guilt. I'm convinced that the Devil is the editor of Entertainment Weekly and a gang of journalist squirrels back him up. I'm never buying a damn Rush DVD again.
Hooker-T, because life is lived in moments and she doesn't forget that. Paw, cause she puts up with my shit and tells me what to do when my head and my heart fight about what is right. Crane, cause he's SO FUNNY. SO DAMN FUNNY, gives good fashion advice and tells me I'm hot when I feel like a not. The crows that tried to hunt and kill a squirrel outside of my window at work the other day. I was very proud.