men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
12.05.2003
9:21 p.m.

these are a few of my favorite things:

Jimmy.Writing. Reading. Finishing either. Mountain Dew. Doritos. Brad Pitt. My boys. My brothers. Mike. Nicole. Shannon. Heather. Eric. Peaches. Gastrock. Justin. Saturdays at around 2 in the morning when it seems like the whole world is at sleep and ripe for the taking.World Shakers. Rasberries. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling lost in thought or the lack there of. "Discovering" a new band or author. Chuck Palanhiuk. George Orwell. Edgar Allen Poe. Dave Eggers. Ernest Hemingway. John Stienbeck. Kurt Cobain. Dancing like no ones watching. walking to the library. new people, even though they scare me. compliments for no good reason. sushi. art. the metro. DC in the winter. ice skating. swing sets. flowers. especially red roses. romantic comedies. the word "quixotic." the phrase "diametrically opposed." john cusack. being held. holding my own. being told I'm smart. being told I'm pretty. scarfs. shoes. kermit the frog. guitars. trees. Ents. Rohan shield maidens(they're badass) old friends. bookends. cocoa. good books. bad books. Dean Koontz in the middle of a stormy night. incense. mocha frappachinos. emtpy coomposition notebooks. filled ones. pilot precise extra fine pens. ceramic cows. the ocean. swimming. cricket sounds. open fields. doing cartwheels. looking at stars. kisses. the keyboard clicking sound. nail polish. bubble bathes. harry potter. little women. gone with the wind. drawing. making mix cds. getting them. letters. pink. listening to music. my cat. my dog. classic rock. garage bands. lip balm. pea coats. my glasses. sweaters.my hair when its behaving and even when its not. my gap jeans. when people tell me I "have an aura." surprising people. skirts. dresses. heels. getting dressed up. being a girl. independence. my computer. john mayer. words. falling in love. friends. the simpsons. the west wing. beauty and the beast. movie night. late night phone calls. surprises. the washington post. crossword puzzles. fridays at exactly 2:05. my mother. my father. old movies. curling up into a ball to watch them. museums. babysitting. knowing all the words to "hit me baby one more time." very deep conversations. horribly shallow conversations. obscure references. inside jokes. ani diffranco. john contrane. ella fitzgerald. barry ween- boy genius. the boondocks. politcal cartoons. rock and roll jeopardy. monty python. pretending I don't give a damn. the fall. rain. snow. bruce springsteen. tom waits. moondance. the slate. all the president's men. center stage. cynicism. romanticism.

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Song De Jour:

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run

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