Cheap thrills. Tap water. Bringing it on-only to get seved. Getting served. Living beyond my means. Boys who wear glasses. Pleasant surprises. Post-it notes. Large dogs. Obscure cocktails. Burning bridges. Cashmere. NY Times crossword puzzle on a lazy Sunday. Tuning out. Stacking things. The occasional rainy day.
Men who will do me wrong.
The space between the notes.
Anything in Technicolor.
If television is "the drug of a nation" then I could be considered a recreational user. But it's not like I have a problem or anything-I can totally quit whenever I want.
Strictly Harlequin Romance.
Myself, naturally.