57th street west, 90's top fourty,
acceptance,
alliteration,
ancient egypt and rome,
anti-capitalism,
anti-corporation,
apocalyptic dreams,
astronomy,
baby cow,
barbapapa,
baseball,
beaches,
being humorous, ben kweller songs,
biking, birthing my soul baby,
boston, boys over 30,
bread, brian and stewie griffin,
broad street,
carlo marx,
carnivalé,
comedy, concerts featuring robbie williams,
daffodils,
dale gribble,
dancing,
daydreaming,
diddy kong racing,
dreadlocks,
drugs,
east coast, eating cancer for breakfast,
edward hopper,
environment,
expensive clothing,
fame,
fans,
fantasizing,
fashion,
fear and loathing,
feral children,
films,
fireworks, food is a requirement,
frappes, freedom for everything,
freeganism, fucking kai,
getting 50 mpg,
god,
great jeans,
green, hanging out with fatso,
heat,
hostels,
hypnopompic hallucinations,
ice cream, independence day/days,
india,
italy,
kitties, larry davidisms,
life,
living simply,
love love love,
marat safin, marat safin's girlfriend,
marijuana,
martin luther king jr.,
martin sheen,
martin the warrior, martins in general,
mediterranean, men under 30,
my bike,
my mommy,
my prius,
my sanity,
new york city,
no face, not getting cosmetic surgery,
not showering every day,
nude tanning,
olive skin,
on the road,
optimistic nihilism,
orange,
pencils and erasers,
people watching,
perspective,
photography,
planet earth, pontificating to the masses, preserving the sexy,
rainstorms,
reverence for life,
road trips,
robbie williams, robbie williams lyrics,
robert frost poetry,
roger federer,
savants,
science,
shoplifting, sitting knee to knee,
six feet under,
sleep paralysis,
sleeping,
small woodland creatures,
social freedom, society's obsession with celebrities,
spirited away,
st. patrick's day,
stars,
sushi,
swimming,
t-shirts,
tattoos,
television,
terrence malick, that odd english lisp,
the corporation,
the cost of living,
the duality of man,
the human brain,
titus pullo,
trains,
trainspotting,
travel,
tree spirits,
trees,
true friends,
vietnam, war on drugs lol,
watching movies stoned, why i attract ladybugs