Hot showers; the need for sunglasses; salsa fresca; desire; white sheets; glass bowls; waking up slowly; oatmeal; men who dance like spastic freaks; grace; wine gums; ponytails; brown eggs; suspension of disbelief; kindness; peonies; coffee so hot you have to drink it slowly; a well-written newspaper article; Knut the polar cub; brand new music; pink t-shirts; ballet flats; burn-y lip gloss; knowing things; johanna’s ferret of the week updates; letting idiots go; Emergen-C; avocado; turtles; cherry blossoms; enthusiasm; people subscribing to my RSS feed like a silent little family; wood stove smell; large windows; that weird feeling in your stomach when you go over a bump fast in the car; lemons.

Moths; rain; any book Oprah is promoting; cold coffee; puffy, itchy eyes; the taste of Splenda; sitcom reruns; Bill O’Reilly; Windows Vista; the term “blog wars”: chips to the toenail polish; “torture porn” movies; that the hems of my jeans keep curling up; American versions of anything Japanese; men with tempers; the term “rehab”; spray tans; Botox; aloofness; cheap plastic wrap; guilt; produce that goes bad too quickly; Lost; people who confuse bitchiness with confidence; obsessive coverage of celebrity pregnancies; the wildly fluctuating price of chicken and gas; the slowdown of my brain after two weeks of being sick; skunks in the back alley; Janice Dickinson; and blue sports drinks.