making art any way I can, live theater, stuffing my friends full of tasty delights, shooting all my spec commercials and then screaming at final cut pro because I am technologically inept, painting naked ladies with crazy hair, tarot reading, falling asleep on the beach on a (rare) day off, simultaneously reading several books, looking up forgotten words in the OED, drinking coffee, shooting guns, finding ways to goad reluctant people into singing karaoke, Carl's Jr. fried zucchini, driving PCH or Mulholland really fast in the middle of the night, cabaret shows, drag shows, long road trips, getting a tan, hating pop stars, making out, pilates, libertarians, doing dumb things like this, kicking your ass at 18 holes, vintage sports cars, choosing fine wines for my friends, tugging my earlobe, simpsons impressions, voraciously reading screenplays, my old copies of Radar Magazine, Fresca, photographing people who think they are decidedly un-photogenic, quoting Dorothy Parker, free gifts from the makeup counter, throwing fabulous dinner parties, kick-ass poetry, cringing when my guy friends quote Rocco Siffredi, kick-ass films, having good horoscopes come true, finding new ways to eat goat cheese, morning walks in Venice Beach when everyone is setting up shop and the crackheads are going to sleep, my wicked awesome Jeep, thoughtful gestures, enormous hugs, really long showers, Agent Provocateur lingerie, collecting celluloid, collecting pressed glass, collecting fire king kitchenware, collecting vintage clothing and actually wearing it, going to cigar bars, gelato, painting, hand-written letters, NYC, Venice Beach, pedicures, very comfortable silences when everything is said avec la langue de corps, rare steak, Marlboro Lights when I'm feeling naughty, acoustic singalongs in someone's livingroom, fresh flowers, surprising myself, being passionate even about little things, flow-y skirts, putting my hair up with chopsticks, fizzy water, short stories with a touch of evil.