art that's honest instead of pretentious, learning how to ride a motorcycle, a clean house, helping green things grow, finding common ground
a fairy who will pick up my clothes and mow the lawn for me. and old friends who i've lost touch with.
the gits, the bananas, nirvana, plow united, cat stevens, x, the replacements, the weakerthans, dillinger 4, jawbreaker, the descendents, los crudos, minor threat, joe jackson, elvis costello, screaming females, the brokedowns, lots of stuff... queen, the who, tom petty and bruce springsteen make working a service job more bearable.
breakfast at tiffany's, pleasantville, harold and maude, the legend of billie jean, wonder boys, american movie, evil dead, dead alive, the hustler, better off dead, say anything, ed wood, almost famous, you know, good ones.
freaks and geeks, twin peaks, and the adventures of pete and pete. cable is for suckers. tv on dvd, if you must.
zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, franny and zooey, grendel, the lorax, blankets, the iron heel, crime and punishment, burn collector, v for vendetta, harry potter, comics, graphic novels, good zines, and anything that doesn't put me to sleep (which isn't much.)
once a creepy guy (who we later learned was a serial rapist, and i think maybe a murderer, too) tried to abduct my mom, myself, and my sister (we were just babies.) all 120 pounds of her punched him and punched him with her keys until he gave up and ran away. so what i'm saying is my mom is pretty bad-ass.