Shit I Dig

My life.
My friends.
Imagination.
Music.
Writing.
Hookah.
Parties.
Raves.
Dubstep.
Hugs.
Inside jokes.
Adrenaline.
The ocean.
Family Guy.
Seinfeld.
Psychology.
Jigsaw puzzles.
Street art.
Sharpies.
Video games.
High-speed internet.
The drums.
Aeropostale.
Sweepstakes.
Track & field.
Volleyball.
Hoopfest.
The Zags.
Road trips.
Ashton Kutcher.
Making people happy.
Punctuating with periods.
Tanned skin.
Stand-up comedy.
Snowmobiling at night.
Colorful shag carpet.
Wordless apologies.
Barnes & Noble.
Not getting caught.
Laughing at something so hard I cry.
Laughing at something so hard I make no sound at all.
Using rock-paper-scissors to settle just about anything.
Vacuuming and hearing all the rocks go through the hose.
Buying a CD and loving every single track.
Making the yellow light.
Fat baseball players.
Expensive trips and fancy hotels.
Celebrating my dogs’ birthdays even though they have no idea what’s going on.
Sleeping in.
Making life decisions in the shower.
The smell of gasoline.
Roasting marshmallows with a lighter.
The runaway truck ramp.
Getting a trucker to blow his horn.
Finding money I didn’t know I had.
Placing the last piece of the puzzle.
Dark haired guys with blue eyes.
When I get the milk-to-cereal ratio right.
When I get the pie-to-whip-cream ratio right.
Skinny dipping.
Strategic trick-or-treating.
Not getting a hangover when I was expecting to get one.
The Super Mario Bros. theme song.
Watching old people do water aerobics.
Bailing on a tube in really soft snow.
Seeing rainbows through my neighbor’s sprinkler.
The slow strike in bowling.
Real-bearded santas.
Hearing the right song at exactly the right moment.
Making it out of the bathroom before anybody realizes I made it smell that way.
Putting on clothes straight from the dryer.
Nike shox.
Freshly cleaned bed sheets.
The Ellen Degeneres Show.
Hanging upside-down from the monkey bars.
Connecting markers together to make swords.
Fast automatic windows.
Reminiscing about old times with my closest friends.
Receiving an unexpected compliment.
Sharing a good laugh.
Muscle definition.
Guys who wear no shirts at cold sporting events.
Those pens that make my handwriting look nicer.
Getting something handwritten in the mail.
Asking for a water cup at Taco Bell and filling it up with pop instead.
Free samples at Costco.
Sneaking dollar store candy into the movie theater.
When I nudge the person snoring next to me and it makes them stop.
Walking barefoot in the grass.
Being lazy on a sunday.
Throwing stuff at the fan and watching it fly across the room.
Finally having my ears pop back to normal after swimming.
When the dog barks in her sleep.
Acting crazy in public.
Pushing those little buttons on the soft drink cup lid.
Getting the final Jeopardy question right.
Friendly dogs.
New car smell.
Streaks of moonlight in bed.
Old people who could care less about their age.
Building an amazing couch cushion fort.
Christmas.
Holiday lights.
420.
Peeing when I really need to.
Making love in places I’m not supposed to.
Waving at security cameras.
Being right.
Kicking those clumps of slush off the mud flaps of cars.
Tagless cotton t-shirts.
Two for one sales.
Emptying the recycle bin on my laptop.
Cabins in the mountains.
Friday night football games in a small town.
Smilies.
The smell of crayon.
When the person at the drive through window says “Yer welcome.”
Newly shaved legs.
Itching mosquito bites.
Getting piggy-backed anywhere.
Fixing my wedgie when no one’s watching.
Eyes highlighted by the sun.
Getting the eyelash out of my eye.
The five second rule.
Popping bubble wrap.
Air conditioning.
Hot chicken noodle soup when I’m sick.
Dancing in the rain.
People who hold the door open for me.
Finding the perfect jeans.
The first shower after not showering for awhile.
Locking people out of the car and pretending to drive away.
When my pencil eraser erases all the pencil marks.
Noticing the little things that few others notice.