Not being able to escape the joke-nickname "Bebe". Running my next marathon. My cat. Sewing projects. The level of extreme organization in my office. The combination of nerdy librarian skirts and punk rawk t-shirts. My fixation with crime drama. Cleaning frenzies. My fixation with Maimonides. And Rabbis. Why I forget where I park. Wine. Not-found-in-nature haircolors. Travel. The origin of racial slurs. My self-diagnosed insomnia. How awesome the red sparkly diner chairs look in the kitchen. How much change is on the ground right now. Belly dancing. Tattoos. Gypsies. Derek Acorah. Pirates. Suicide Girls. Maintaining the balance between gothy-paleness and being a sun-worshipper. Angus, the skeptic. Henna-hands. Why few of us with hazel eyes call them hazel. Breaking shit/building shit. Cartwheels of rage.
The Pillow Book. Lemming. Fire Walk With Me. Secretary. The Graduate. Pulp Fiction. Amores Perros. Fargo. Raising Arizona. Requiem For A Dream. Aria. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Reservoir Dogs. American History X. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. The Usual Suspects. Lost In Translation. Buffalo 66. Or. Amelie. Life Is Beautiful. Snatch. Fight Club. Run Lola Run. The Evil Dead Trilogy. The Virgin Suicides. 200 Cigarettes. Beautiful Girls. The Nightmare Before Christmas.
I read a lot.