I'd much prefer an apple turn-over to celery and peanut butter, maple syrup dripping from a stack of pancakes, to raw carrot dip plastered onto whole-meal toast.
I'd much prefer fresh carrot juice to a smoothie, a blue heaven milkshake over a cup of black tea.
A glass of water in the morning, not coffee. Fruit loops, not milky porridge. Milky porridge any day, not weetbix.
I usually enjoy continuous stimulation, mentally and physically.
The family around a large, warm-food-filled table, debating philosophy politics and religion, not the feet statued on the coffee table, eyes sewed to the sport on TV, with a pizza at hand.
I like warm lighting and coconut vanilla things. Flowers and soy candles. Thick rugs as you walk in the door, a place to hang a wet coat.
I like, moments that are easily laughed at, the time machine in itunes, writing to do lists, over coming to do lists, the continuous notability of the fact that thought is constantly happening, the fun made in shops, the singing in public, feeling a stretch work.
I like seeing a cake transform. I like not worrying about anything. I like my ability to sleep on things and subsequently losing most, if not all negative emotions towards it. I like the satisfaction of being healthy for a fairly long period of time, and the feeling when you finish that health-kick with a delightfully smooth piece of chocolate cake between your teeth.
I love how a kiss is never the same. I like emails that aren't from petition websites. I like hand written letters. I like becoming closer to people you know but never took the time to know. I like rhyming poems, I really do. I like descriptions. I like being able to experience something of some-what impossibility through a lens.
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