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  • Jonny Mosely hosting MTV’s “Battle of the Sexes”
  • Samoas, eaten slowly, almost sensually, to savor even the last piece of decadent chocolate-covered coconut and caramel. It’s 3 months later and I’ve not yet made it through a box (a new record.)
  • My bed. I challenge anyone to find a more comfortable one. EVER.
  • Picking off my nail polish
  • “Rock Your Body” by Justin Timberlake
  • Waking up and telling the person next to you the dream you just had, however long and involved and nonsensical that it is
  • Bubble baths…or baths themselves…in tandem
  • Remembering only the good times
  • Hotel rooms
  • Making my own decisions, whether they’re the right one or not, and being comfortable with making them anyway
  • Green Giant cans of corn
  • Walking barefoot as much as I can
  • Books that don’t make me more intelligent in the least, but make me get away from it all for a while. “Come Together” by Emlyn Rees & Josie Lloyd is a great example
  • MTV. (Speaking of, be sure to watch Tucker on Thursday, 10pm, on Sex Club: High Speed Dating. Info found here. If you’re in Atlanta, we’re hosting a viewing party — details to come.)
  • WE (Women’s Entertainment) and the Felicity reruns on it
  • Spending a large amount of time reading this. And this. And this. And this. And, most recently, this.
  • Ryan Phillipe, circa “Cruel Intentions.” He’s THIS close to being added to my Top Five. (Kirk, better watch out.)
  • The fact that Ashton Kutcher and Britney Murphy broke up.
  • Barbra Streisand/Barry Gibb duets
  • Sundays
  • Summer salads, complete with toasted almonds, avocados, and mandarin oranges
  • The giddy feeling that permeates your every action when you’re in the midst of a new crush. Or in the midst of an old crush, reinvented.
  • Counting the days until Memorial Day beach weekend. Wrightsville, beware.
  • Going through old pictures, old emails, old letters, old journals. They say hindsight is 20/20, and if only I realized that last year, I could have saved my heart a little pain.
  • Fruit roll-ups
  • Living alone. (For now.)
  • “Still Not a Player” for the line “Hot Tub, Poppin’ Bubbly…” Makes me think of Senior year in college & a certain someone who, one night, was so drunk that he could only sing that line, over and over (and over) again. Still puts a smile on my face.
  • The fact that I found out that my ex is moving back to Atlanta, and I honestly couldn’t care less, proving that time does heal, or at the very least, helps.
  • Sleeping with the windows open and the feel of the breeze on my neck
  • Remembering.

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