seashells... Horticulture, the scent of things, painting, rust, volcanoes, underwear and sexy stuff, my new roommates, poetry, piggy banks, art shows, dancing, wine, library cards, books movies books movies books oh what was it i was thinking about this morning what what what what.
Music
what ever roommate, best friend, movie, danceclub/bar/gallery/ crazy bearded man with boombox 1/2 block away is playing the world is my dj make me a mix please and I'll listen
Movies
King of Hearts, My man Godfrey, Invader Zim, Brothers Quay, Charlie Chaplin, Gigi, Silent films, Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Audition, Blood for Dracula, Flesh for Frankenstein, Anchorman, the professional, Lon Chaney, Ray Harryhausen, Wallace and Gromitt, the apartment, mad max
Television
I do not own one of these thaanngss
Books
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
by robert frost
