Big Brother. Totally my guilty pleasure television. SO sad Zach and Donnie were backdoored. Zankie was a beautiful ship while it sailed.
My new bed. After sleeping on an air mattress for years, I get to sleep on a big girl bed now. A queen deluxe pillow top that is 10000% sexy.
Bulk food shopping. I'm overly obsessed with buying bulk foods. I have like 75 containers in my pantry of shit I'll probably never use...but it's so great to buy bulk. I always feel so proud taking up my bags of 9 different rices correctly labelled with the correct PLU number on the twisty tie to the checkout. (It's the little things, okay?)
P-Touch label makers. For the OCD in all of us.
Venti Java Chip Frappucinno with 8 pumps of frap roast. Party in my mouth.
Tweetdeck. So much love.
Vibrams Five Fingers. I have so many pairs it's unhealthy. OR super healthy because I wear them on my workouts.
Hendrick's gin. my shit. no other gin will suffice.
Dylan O'Brien's fingers. Omg that devildoll gif post of him opening the bottle of Jack D in S2 is back on my dash and it does such wicked things to my nethers.
Getting carded. Once you get into your 30s, getting carded is not a hassle. It's a compliment.
Holiday liquor giftsets. it's all about the glasses.
Cold weather. (I live in the devil's buttcrack aka Arizona, recognize!)
The way Peter Steele popped his K's in every Type O Negative song.
Gay Zombie's in love.
The British TV originals that can never be adapted to American audiences. (You know what I mean.)