Things I love

The pause between reporters on the news.
Escalators.
Making hats out of tissue boxes.
People that arent afraid to spontaneously bust out in dance and song.
Pennies.
Working in a building surrounded by art.
Monty Python and the quest for the holy grail.
Eating the last bit of ice cream in the containter.
Using chopsticks to eat salad.
Listening to music while walking down the street (makes ya feel like you rule the world)
Strange music videos.
AUSTIN!!
Hippies...True hippes...ones that arent afraid to go barefoot.
Dogs that let you pet them without biting off your finger.
Watching PBS at 3 in the morning.
Julia and angus stone.
Bandaids.
Interesting food.
Going somewhere...anywhere...a place you have no idea what ull find there.
Caculators.
Antiques.
My great grand mother.
Tangerine trees.
Sheep.
Secluded rivers...preferable ones without floating trash.
Benches.
Facing the lion.
Hearing your voice.
Tape.
Dancing in the rain.
Laughing uncontrolably and having no idea what about.
Inside jokes.
Wood.
Morse code.
French.
Bottle caps.
Old letters.
Hats.
Laura stevenson.
My ukulele
Our brotherhood.
Establishing a friendship with a total stranger.
Soap.
Writing reminders on post its and sticking them on my ceiling.
Broken peices of glass.
Raking dirt. :D
The akward silence after some one burps.
Collecting things found on the road....yet again...perferably not trash.
Hands.
Singing in the shower.
Paris.
Cooking channels.
Travel channels.
Music channels.
93.3
The psycho cat that hangs around our house.
Tacos.
Watching people paint.
Foreign films.
Taking pictures of tires.
You.