I have been told that some of the personal stories I tell involve a mundane event happening to me, followed by a recounting of the internal emotional tribulations I endure as a result. I think they are far more exciting than that.
I wish I had a dog here in California, and not just the one in New York City that I still refer to as "my dog", but then have to correct myself and explain that she lives with my parents, and is not really mine. Her name is Emma, and she is awesome.
When I can, I like to ski, and if I had a bit more will power, I would probably make my way to an indoor rock climbing gym more than I do.
I drove my beloved old Saab into the ground, and now drive a new much more german car, which I am bit ashamed to own (but it makes lovely vroomy noises).
I avoid all opportunities for self-deprecation (<- a lie).
On second thought, let's go with my love delicatessens. People always say, "that guy must love pastrami."
Movies: Miller's Crossing, The Princess Bride
Music: Currently listening to Muppets: The Green Album and Willie Nelson's Stardust
2) A comfy bed
3) Ampersands (or do I hate them?)
4) My glasses
5) The ability to escape
6) A daily routine to keep me sane