-Her ability to parlay an old busted canvas into the very first portrait of me ever painted in about 37 minutes flat. 

-Discovering Invader Zim.

-Rewatching Lost with her commentary… “Who put that wig on him and said he was good for network television?!”  ”Wouldn’t they all be skinny by now?”  ”God not another Kate episode”  ”Jack is sooo white.”

-Chesterfield.

-Looking at boobs together.

-Looking at Cats together.

-Looking at more boobs.

-Over hearing her room mate laughing at Colbert report at night.

-She’s hot.  

another bucket list item down.  hiked to the top (after a chinese buffet ughhhhhh) with my girl and looked out over the city.  She get’s me to do everything i’ve always wanted to do but never had the guts and/or motivation to do.  But doing these silly little things with someone i love makes them mean more, makes them important, and makes life worth it.  

of course.

can i just get to the happy part where i get to hold her hand and gaze into those eyes?