  &nbsp;No particular order 1. John Mayer/Counting Crows concert 2. Ethan Haberman, sweet lord, Ethan Haberman 3.
My failed cross country career 4. My first, and probably last, cigarette 5. Crying during Rugrats 10th Anniversary show 6. Rocket Sex God knowing my name 7. The gay thrift store in Florida, particularly my father's reaction 8. Spokane Club hangouts with Mary (" Wait, does this work your arms or your feet ? ") 9. Our lunch spot 10. Unearthing the beauty that is Saddle Creek ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enough of that.
Today I left my house twice. The first time was to collect the paper, and the second was for the dual-task of walking my dog and bringing in the mail (talk about being productive! ) I also watched Home Alone and read many a Christmas card addressed to "John, Susan and kids" instead of Jake, Joey, and I actually having names. I ate a lot of food, without actually having a proper meal. Ahhh; I welcome a holiday weight gain. There was a shallow attempt to read Night , but again found that the death of Jewish people isn't, surprisingly enough, very uplifting.
I hadn't listened to any John Mayer music since my insomniac post a while ago, and today I wept and listened to Wheel (yes, that's right; I am totally emotionally stable) It's strange, different songs effect me in such different ways. Literal songs, the ones with plenty of pronouns and fully-constructed thoughts usually don't do much with my heart. But Wheel absolutely kills me. I don't know if that is what the song is meant to do, but the song is just so fucking truthful.
I don't even care that it's about Jennifer Love Hewitt, my crush doesn't play a factor in the beauty of the song's message. "You can't love too much one part of it" is, silly as I am for saying so, that most genuine reasoning on LIFE I have ever heard. And that way it is sung, the desperate tone it is sung in... ugh. I may never be cool enough to not listen to this music. Affectionately... Anna 
