the saxophone in "sole salvation" by the english beat.

vitaminwater essential.

being lucky enough to have to make the hard hard hard decision between going home to the people who love you most in the world, and who you love most in the world, and leaving the city you love most in the world, where you have loved yourself most in the world.

keith and watts' kiss in some kind of wonderful.

realizing that the walls in your room are covered in art by the people who rock your world the hardest.

pacifica candles.

making mix cds at 5am.

having fridays off.

the fact that once you tell people that you are going to leave, they really want to hang out with you. (this at once blows you and owns you)

david gedge.

old spice original scent deodorant.

realizing that 70% of your socks have holes in the heel.

laying on your bed and listening to "baby's on fire" by brian eno while realizing you have. no. fucking. idea. what you are doing. with. your life.

spider bites on your stomach.

scars and bruises.

my brown shoes.

feeling unashamed, even if it's only for like, 3 minutes in a day.

singing at the top of your lungs and not caring if someone hears you.

my chocolate chip/hazelnut cookies.

the fact that i am going to bake a strawberry cake with my wifey when we hang out.

my wifey.

the fact that people find my diary by googling "handjobs in cars."

my velvet quilt.

jonathan rhys meyers.

and

making lists instead of writing an actual diary entry.