esoterica

things I dig:

• showers

people who let me pull in front of them in a traffic jam

Dunkin Donuts coffee: large, with cream and sugar

my sassy black boots

babies (other people's)

the smell of grass as it's being cut

a new hairdo that works

of all the songs in the world, that song coming on the radio or played by the band at just the perfect moment

firemen

my PC and all its components in perfect harmony

punctuation (sometimes...)

long subway rides

men who get it

the expectant hush in a theatre in that moment between the curtain opening and the lights coming up

sex

the New York Times

alcohol

sneaking a cigarette every once in a while

filing before deadline

Gumby and Pokey

the sound of my whole loud extended family from the next room on holidays

the tinkle of my dog's collar as she comes wandering down the hall to find me

the smell of coffee brewing

the smell of gasoline

preparing for a trip to see someone I love and am dying to look at in person

getting into a bed with fresh sheets

sleeping in

staying up all night

getting paid to write