i heart
feeling like I will fucking die if I dont have a coffee in the morning. Im fairly certain this is called 'addiction', but I dont think I mind being addicted to caffiene. I mean, I could feel that way about junk, I could be a fucking junky! so, got me there, sweet sweet caffiene.
i heart
when people smile or laugh, or maybe even a cute combo of both, when they are alone. there isnt a lot of things more awesome than come cute girl (or boy) who smiles to themselves on the train. I dont care what it is that made you do that, but it was great. its hard for me to not do the same, after creeping on them and seeing that.
i heart
the first few patio sessions of the season. spring time is awesome! people are so stoked to be out in the weather, and enjoying say a handful of honeybrown pints is a great way to appreciate some of the finer things about the season turning. like when the chests and legs are back in action. just sayin! oh babes.
i heart
my friends. even though this one of pretty self explanitory, "I love you guys, man!" my friends are a pretty big deal to me. they are my heroes, my laughs, my therapists, my good and bad times, and likely the worst possible influence on the well-being of my liver.
i heart
you know, I used to hate this sort of thing .. but costume and theme parties are the bomb, yo! I think Ive definitely used some of these events as an excuse to wear a mustache, but thats besides the point. the point is, people who are keen to get ridiculously dressed up and in to character are usually pretty keen to follow it up by getting way more loose than your average shmuck. you can hide behind a costume, and that my friends is reason numero uno why almost every themed party I have ever been to, ruled.
i also heart
the sound of skateboarding
fountain cokes when I am hungover
getting the mic at shows
haircuts
roadtrips/cruisin with the windows down
MUCH LOVE!