

you may not be my best friend, but you are my favorite.
I like humans most, they're my favorite animal.
rubber is my favorite band of all time.
winter is my favorite season because anything is possible when it snows.
it's my favorite gesture.
what part of red or yellow don't you understand.
my favorite colors of those little valentine heart candies are green and especially orange.
how lucky can i be to have my second and third favorite days in the same week, and is it just a coincidence that today happens to be number three.
animal quackers.
what's your favorite kind of cracker.
there's a clear difference between obsession or over-achiever and passion.
the hipster blues.
or should i say daily gardettos.
my favorite combination is one of the short stubby ones with sesame seeds on top of one of the rye bread chips.
it's like having to choose between just one bite of your favorite ice cream or having a whole gallon of boring ice cream.
a roman candle through my favorite shirt.
kids who are stupid.
a bike behind a parked car.
lots of skating.
lots of girls.
most of all...a holiday that has lost its meaning.
it's like wearing your favorite t-shirt all the time, sometimes you just have to mix it up to give the old boring t-shirts some love.
i used to get frustrated working at my apartment with my roommate who made lots of noise and i couldn't get work done, well it's the same thing at a real office too.
Flannel is the way to a Yooper's heart.
However, heavy hearts are no way to start it.
My favorite month has arrived, hoping to use it as a catalyst for the rest of the year.
There is a direct correlation between my happiness and the amount of fresh snow on the ground.
all you need to do is sustain it until your heart's content.
i've got news for you sweetheart and you might not like it, you're just too cool for school.
my favorite thing to do now is drive, an open road where i have no destination and no schedule, when i have a family of my own we're going to take afternoon drives to nowhere everyweekend, afternoon drives to nowhere.
i won't give up, i won't give in, i'll only give love, give love the way i live.
favorite meals are washed out with the flavor of love in my heart. love's taste weighs into the equation. they're tearing out the stitches before the wound heals.
saturday socks.
skating the roots.
rolling on four strong and bowling all night long.
try again, fail again, fail better.
two steps forward one step back, two steps forward one step back.
intrinsically may have taken over as my favorite word, beating out quintessential.
what do you think about when you go to bed? do you smile when you wake up? where do you think about life most? who is your favorite person to talk about life with? what was the most beautiful thing you saw/thought/experienced/heard in the last week or so? do you like to dance outside? do you like to walk? do you prefer the scenic route? what makes you smile? who makes you smile? how do you like to make people smile? how would you make me smile? what are you going to do tomorrow that defies you? what are you doing to do tomorrow as an enjoyment of life?
if you're listening sour and sweets...
i will be laying in bed soon. my blanket will be (y)our love. my mind will be full of beautiful thoughts of you. my arms will be full with stitch, kit-kat-lady-girl, and mistletoe. i will kiss my favorite picture of you. i will think of you long into the night, with passion, longing, and love. i'll think of you whispering in my ear. i'll think of running fingers through your hair. my whispers tracing through your ears. my eyes locked on your beauty. it's gripping. our bodies close, not even air can leak through. warm. cozy. smiles written across our faces. thinking there you are so pure and sweet. tender and strong. adoring and caring. striking in your expressions. holding you in my arms tonight. holding you in my heart tonight. loving you in my arms tonight. loving you in my heart tonight. xo.