Music:
loud, please. thanks so much.
Movies:
fast, sexy, easy-to-follow fodder for my ever-shrinking brain.
Television:
infomercials. i own a magic bullet. it really does do everything.
Books:
good ones, bad ones, as long as they have pictures, i'm a-ok.
Heroes:
the lady that lives down stairs from me. she is petrified of the rest of the world and i can feel how much courage it takes for her to leave her apartment every time i see her fumble with the lock to get back in. i always say hi, but i think it may just scare her even more. i can't help it. i want her to stop being afraid, so i get nervous and try to sound super-nice. it probably doesn't help her, but at least she isn't the only freak in the hallway for a miniute.