1. Any song by 30 Seconds to Mars instantly transports me to a high school state of mind. But not my own high school experience, just "a" high school experience. Does that make sense? I didn't listen to music like that while I was in high school, so that probably explains it. I preferred mind-numbingly bad "artists" such as the Spice Girls and NSync, as well as safe-for-surburban-white-girls rappers Lost Boyz or Biggie while driving my friends around in my '87 Toyota Camry. But for some reason 30STM (I just made that acronym up, ya think it will catch on?) songs make me feel like I should be a high schooler and be hanging out in a convenience store parking lot, bumming cigs from people and writing on my shoes. Anybody with me?
2. Tattoos on pop-pops make me smile. Usually they're buried under old-man arm hair and have faded away since 1945 and have something to do with whatever branch of the military they were in. Or maybe it's a girl's name or a pin-up or whatever. It's a little reminder that they weren't always the grandpas they are today. They make me happy.
3. I'm a snob when it comes to my Real Housewives viewing. If there's a marathon of the Orange County or NYC version on, count me in. You'd think I had a thing for bat-shit crazy eyed blondes like Vicki and Ramona. But in actuality, it's that I prefer my cattiness and shit-talkin' to be a little more calm and behind the scenes. Those beotches down in Atlanta and over in Jersey are too freakin loud and up in your face for my taste. No class, I tell ya.