I Likes

1) The apartment I will be staying at in Paris.

2) Quoth the Trader, "Nevermore." by Barry Ritholtz. What a dweeb.

3) Boys who cook for me. Penne a la Vodka and Cranberry Vanilla coffee cake from scratch?! Life has been delicious.

4) Fat babies

5) This blog post.

6) Beautiful Things (To Hell With the World) by David Ford.

Tight faces scream from their bright magazines.
With their fingernails clammed to the page.
With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary…gods of a desperate age.

There’s no stories to tell but there’s a spokesperson yelling at a volume to drown out your voice.
Saying justice be done, there’s a change gonna come, but in secret you won’t get a choice.

So to hell with the world I still love you my girl you’ve been crazy to stay by my side.
So we’ll stand and we’ll sing and there are these beautiful things, if you know the places they hide…

And the band’s playing tunes that mean nothing to you, but you can dance better with the devil you know.
And all along I will sorta keep my head above the water, but I might just prefer it below.
Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes inhabit the stories that nobody hears.
Yes, and maybe the songs that coulda brought you to life weren’t allowed to come close to your ears…

So to hell with the world I still love you my girl you’ve been crazy to stay by my side.
So we’ll stand and we’ll sing and there are beautiful things, if you know the places they hide…

And they’ll hide far away from you darling, they will, far away from the changing regimes.
There’s a light, there’s a right, tonight isn’t as dark as it seems.

So when victory comes at too heavy a price, well there’s honor in choosing defeat.
Like the boy who was given the keys to the world, and decided to sleep in the street…

So to hell with the world I still love you my girl you’ve been crazy to stay by my side.
So we’ll stand and we’ll sing and there are these beautiful things, if you know the places they hide…

7) You! (Unless you're someone I don't like)