April 11, 2009


listening to Chris play guitar
leaving the windows open in rain storms
receiving pictures of my soon-to-be kitty
art photography involving nudes
sleeping in with Chris
sleeping in, in general
memories of London, of the first time I heard Chris play the guitar in Scotland, of how transparently in love with him I was when I thought I was keeping it secret.
making my sisters and brother laugh
softly fuzzy body hair-men or women
women in fabulous high heels
books with subject matter involving decadence and taboos
anything involving decadence and taboos
public libraries
positive sex education
clever repartee
other people's babies
people's silly "gangsta" walks
sweatpants and hoodie days
breasts, preferably the more malleable type
yes, I said that
take-out chinese
starbucks coffee
origami cranes
and so very much more.

April 9, 2009


honking at people
people who try to back into my car
long orders at the drive thru
the syrupy sediment at the bottom of coffee drinks
seeing thongs hanging out of pants-even more so when the thong is holey
when people call flip flops "thongs"
feet that should not be displayed in flip flops
the smell of wet shoes
the squeaky sound feet make when coming out of wet shoes
the squeaky sound my mouse's wheel makes
the ink that transfers from my spanish dictionary to my laptop
anti-Obama sentiments
when people's lives revolve around skinny
women who use flirting as a means of prostitution
men who think they rock in bed, and actually suck
men who believe sex ends when they've had an orgasm
straight men who don't love pussy-seriously?!!
other things too...