Cable.
Waking up and coughing up a lung each day.
Fighting over the covers.
Cigarettes.
Love bugs fucking up my car.
Store-bought haircolor.
Sitting through shit-tastic movies in hopes of gettin' some.
Writing papers.
Studying for tests.
Window A/C units.
My 1993 Mercury Topaz.
Friendster.
The way my ass feels after riding a bike for two hours.
Plastic grocery bags.
My best friend from third grade.
Drinking every weekend.
Having to fill up my gas tank once a week.
Really bad sex.
Mailing my bills.
Washing my dishes in the sink.
Ronald Reagan.
Finding myself in the mosh pit at music shows.
Wet N' Wild makeup.
Paying $50 for a bra.
My first couch.
My last kiss.
My evil Republican stepmother.
Sloe gin.
30-minute commutes.
$1 PBRs on tap.
The self I was three years ago.
The self I was two years ago.
The self I was one year ago.
But I do miss my family and faraway friends. I think that's about it.