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Things I Like


Going through a coffee-stand in the morning.

Getting a package in the mail. A Cure t-shirt, or some scholarly thing.

Walking out of my Hitchcock class on Thursdays.

Having someone be proud of you for doing well in school.

Being in the checkout, and something you buy is mysteriously on sale, ringing up cheaper than you expected.

Cute guys who smile when walking by.

Watching an X-Files episode where Mulder is rather affectionate towards Scully.

Getting compliments from strangers, especially when you weren’t intended to hear them. 

Feeling accomplished after writing a large paper, exercising, or doing errands.

Having doctors tell you you’re healthy.

New voicemails from someone you want to hear from.

Hearing a good song that you haven’t heard in forever.

Going to bed with freshly shaved legs.

When somebody makes eye-contact with you while driving and you both laugh.

Drinking a cold beer in the shower. Shhhh.

Fresh sheets and the smell of cookies baking.

Not being pregnant or married.

Finally going pee after having to wait forever.

When the cat runs fast to get inside.

Paying in exact change.

Giving somebody a gift you know they’re going to love.

Having fuckin’ perfect make-up or hair.

Having somebody listen to you when you’re upset.

Renting films I can name-drop at parties. Yes, the parties I never go to that are full of people who are interested in discussing such films. Someday…

Unloading groceries and putting each thing into its respective spot.  

Frozen mochas—but without whipped cream, because whipped cream and mayonnaise are frivolous.

Wrapping presents.

Going to concerts by bands I actually love.

Traditions and inside jokes I have with my family and friends.

Going to Amazon.com when I find out that a particular album exists and listening to those thirty second clips for the first time.

Being with the guy I love, while it lasts.

Steak and garlic bread. My poor arteries.

Acing a test.

Going for short walks in the wild and totally not being dressed for the occasion.

Being all despondent and introverted while listening to music in bed, or watching those highbrow movies.

When I see an attractive guy (and he sees me back!)

When my friends and family are happy and doing well.

Playing with dogs and cats that aren’t pieces of shit.

Catching allusions to snotty literati.

When I correctly answer a Jeopardy question.

I like broccoli.

 Being in the car when everyone is singing along to whatever is playing.

When I impress a customer at work.  

Having crazy dreams and boring people to death with insignificant details.

Telling people news they haven’t heard, and hearing their big reaction to it.

I like my life and myself among other things.

12/22/2008


 

Comments

  1. Mary VJune 24, 2012 at 4:38 AM

    Being really good looking, and being able to say it without feeling really arrogant because, come on, it's true.

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