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2003-01-23 | 4:02 p.m.

I love:

the way my hands smell after slivering fresh garlic cloves

pink polished toe nails

sitting in a sunny spot indoors on a brutally cold day

surf rock

the name "jeremy"

holding hands and walking with my old lady friends

knowing that the only thing I might need to apologize for today is eating the last slice of pizza

praying

being generous and sweet to strangers for no reason at all

a fresh coat of paint

walnuts

my Mr. Coffee coffee-bean grinder

singing songs from "Popeye"

being succinct