Things That I Love

It's time to focus in some love and tenderness....so, things that I love to love. Aww yeah.

1. Male athletes. I work on a college campus. Colleges have athletic teams. These teams train on campus....and I get to reap the glorious benefits. I was at work today and some lovely athletic college boys ran by without shirts. Who needs shirts when you have abs??
2. Tacos and sandwiches. Quite possibly two of the most amazing, versatile dishes in the entire world. You can do whatever the hell you want with them, put whatever you want in them, and they will still be incredible. May favorite? Turkey, tomato, sprout, spinach, paprika and mayo sandwiches on wheat, and super spicy Tilapia tacos with yellow peppers, garlic and onions on corn tortillas. Oh man. I want spicy things now.
3. BMW E30 M3s. Do I need to say more? Jizz.
4. My iPod. I am in absolute love with my iPod. One million songs. Video and camera functions. Did I mention one million songs, all songs that I like? Intertubes. Random apps that I don't even need. Reminds me of things. Keeps time for my workouts. Keeps my life notes. My iPod and I are going to get married and skip off into the sunset together.
5. Music. I cannot get enough music.
6. My family and friends. They are amazing, make me think and love me for who I am, no matter how stupid I get. Honestly, this should be number one. But this list is in no particular order.
7. Exercising. It's an addiction. Obsession. I will kill someone who tells me I can't exercise!
8. Getting to the point of tiredness or caffeine consumption where I begin to laugh hysterically at just about everything. This morning I had consumed so much caffeine that I began to laugh at a listing on craigslist for a BMW E30 project car. I have no idea. But it was funny. Don't ask. I don't pretend to know.
9. Cheese. I love cheese.
10. Booze. I have a few fifths sitting next to my mattress. That doesn't look suspicious or anything.
11. My dad's Audi. A4, six-speed 1.8 liter turbo, red, leather interior, heated seats, bangin' stereo system, all-wheel drive. So, sex on wheels pretty much. It makes me happy to drive. I find excuses to drive on the highway just so I can use sixth gear.
12. Searching for cars on craigslist, drooling at the ones I love and yelling (seriously, out loud) at the ones that are really, really retarded. I really do need a new one, but until then, my dad's all cool with me driving his for forever and a day, so in reality, I spend my time looking at amazeballs cars that cost a million dollars that I could never afford. But it's like eating ice cream for some people. It makes me all happy on the inside.

I love things. And I love to love things. And I get mad when things get in the way of me loving things. So, don't do this. I will break you.