I enjoy foxes. Pretty much everything about them. Well everything except their destructive nature. They don't seem to have too much concern about anything they do or the wellbeing of others. Aside from that I love 'em. So much so that I've become obsessed over the years and have joined in the furry fellowship as one. I also enjoy: Haribo™ Happy Cola from Hungary, wiping my a** and blowing my nose with Charmin™ Ultra giant-sized rolls of toilet paper, pretty much all the shows on [adult swim], chicken alfredo pasta, Mountain Dew™ Code Red, strawberry lemonade made with real strawberries and real lemonade, sleeping in my awesome bed under my awesome heavy quilt, sleeping in late - but not too late, cuddling, cuddling with my plushies, hugs, admiring the female body, sneezing, orgasms, being naked when no one's around, wearing heavy clothes, wearing my faux-fur-lined collar in cold weather, cold weather, autumn, winter, wind, deep snow, forests, wind in forests in autumn, forests in deep snow in winter, seeing mountains, seeing forests in deep snow in winter on mountains, taking road trips, driving, utilizing drive-thrus, having other people in my car, getting paid, paying off debts, eating out with friends, the food at Edo, the food at Panda Express, the food at The Satellite, when people call me and leave a message, when friends call me, when friends ring my doorbell, seeing friends that I haven't seen for years, remembering old times, staying up late and talking about everything, thinking about shyt, slacking off at work to think about shyt, talking (to any or all of the following: myself, Jess, Kat, Dri, Dre, Joe, Hoang, Matt, Josh, Martina, Mike, Jesse, Angela, Levi, Andrew, everyone at work, everyone in my family, customers at work, friends' parents, my cat, my plushies, intelligent furries and inanimate objects), music that makes me cry, music that gives me the heebie jeebies, music that inspires my imagination, making music, being surrounded with sound, epic sounds (thunder, waterfalls, gunfire, explosions, car wrecks, building collapses, crumbling ice shelves/glaciers, exploding mountains, trains, aircraft, vehicles powered by supercharged 8000bhp nitromethane-guzzling engines, roaring crowds of 10k or more people, concerts), accelleration, speed, pressure on my body, when my cat walks/sits on me, researching firearms/heavy weapons, researching about space, the beauty of destructive powers (stellar impacts, atomic explosions, chunky regular explosions, supernovae, black holes, quasars), studying unfathomably huge objects/structures (mountains, bridges, towers, clouds, stellar bodies, galaxies, dark matter webs, the universe, Early Cuyler's "Drunken a** p***s" hat), the smell of garlic, the smell of cocao, the smell of girls that I have to be "within range of," the smell of forests, the smell of old buildings, the smell of the air before it rains, the smell of wet alfalfa, the smell of freshly cut grass, the smell of Glade™ Hawaiian Breeze scented oil room fresheners, the smell of my shampoo, the smell of girls that use my shampoo, the smell of foxes, chocolate of many varieties, being in water, water being in me, my job, taking a cool shower after working hard and getting dirty/sweaty, air conditioning, being able to heat myself, watching movies at the IMAX, speaking fondly of my friends and family, eating huge and juicy cheeseburgers, eating cookie dough more than the cookies, reading manga, watching anime, watching spoofs of 4Kids shows (Yu-Gi-Oh! Abridged series), watching intellectual, sci-fi, dark and actiony movies, watching people make fools of themselves, when I don't make a fool of myself, saying "super great" about things that aren't super or great in any way (but especially when things super suck), finding connections and patterns in nature, physics, math, people's behaviors and sudoku, vixen, furry art that doesn't suck (yiffy or not), being able to type without looking at the keyboard, being able to use a 10-key without looking at the keys, being male despite all the negative sterotyping there is about it, having sleepovers with tons of friends and staying up till dawn, having LAN parties with people I actually know, being alive, the colors black, white, silver, gold, copper (the real kind, which is a pinkish orange), cobalt, emerald green, crimson, amber and any combination of those, looking at neon signs, stained glass or glass with colored fluid in it, distortion glass bricks (the kind used in showers) and exotic cars, driving a stick shift, spelling the word s**t as shyt, listening to Pink Floyd, driving with the window down and moon-roof open on a summer night, laying on my back in a field and staring into the stars, walking through a forest and just being a part of nature, shooting powerful guns, being able to use my strenght for practical and constructive purposes, waking up with a good mood, the feeling of good health after getting over an illness, eating...very much, (did I mention that I like foxes a great deal? I did? Oh well sorry then) listening to people rant about stuff, hearing any of Kevin's stories, getting scars, being able to tan easily, being able to help someone out of depression - when I'm depressed myself, using keyboard shortcuts, organizing the wires around my desk, cleaning my room when I'm pissed off, making, sharing and eating TaterTot Caserole, being trusted with secrets, giving answers to questions about myself, getting some "me time," when electronics work the way they're supposed to, getting what I see on the packaging, when girls tell me what's on their mind and don't just say "nevermind" or "you wouldn't understand," when people compliment me on my appearance, seeing people change for the better (or for what seems to be the better at the time), not being sweaty, finding driving directions and interesting places on Google™ Earth, being appreciated for the things I do for others, being able to write legibly, being able to spell fairly decently, knowing some words that a lot of people don't, knowing how to decipher the meaning of some words by taking into account their roots, knowing stuff about the A-10 Thunderbolt II "Warthog" and it's godly 30mm gattling gun, killing time at work typing about shyt I like until it's time to clock out, having health insurance, wearing glasses, making fun of rednecks and their southern kin, listening to white noise, having friends from all corners of the Earth, watching people take 5 minutes to tie or untie their shoes (coughmike) when it takes me 5 seconds to slip on and off my shoes, getting surprise visits from friends at midnight, making clones, having cable internet, having caller ID, having my own phone line, spoiling myself with fast food after work on my Friday, having my own refrigerator, the fact that I'm the last of my friends without a cell phone, running over people/cars/SWAT trucks and subway trains in the Ripley in GTA4, recieving long backrubs and back scratches, lots and lots of ketchup, open-faced grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with mustard on top, having extention cords when I need them, soaking in baths, lighting candles, lighting candles while soaking in a bath, having 3 monitors on which to do 3 different things, making fun of rednecks, hotdogs, macaroni and cheese, macaroni and cheese with hotdogs in it, hotdogs with cheese in them, having more shyt AND floorspace than ever, hearing new music, finding old songs from my childhood, being able to play VHS, DVD, and BluRay - all at the same time, not smoking, not drinking, not having a criminal record, using paper plates, having clocks conveniently distributed throughout my room, collecting fox related items, collecting Sonic comics, writing when I have an idea to write, studying CGI and graphic design, making 3D landscapes, owning a sports car, having blue lights in my room at night (computer, speakers, router) because they're the brightest night lights, listening to my family's collection of chrsitmas music, wearing my favorite pants even though they're trying to kill themselves, wearing the "Lady Fox" shirt Mike got for me, watching the first couple seasons of "Dragon Ball Z," cocooning myself when I sleep, having friends to talk to when I get off work, cheese on everything, watching "behind the scenes" featurettes, soft - not crunchy cookies, cookies/bread/ice cream with NO NUTS, potato bread, pancakes, strawberry-flavored anything, keeping a budget...and typically failing at it, saving the rubberbands from the newspaper, listening to Unknown Hinsen harass my intelligence and his co-workers, David Gilmour's guitar mastery, taking my clothes off when I poop, reading when I poop, sitting when I pee, passing gas, empathizing, sympathizing, trying to fix stuff myself, making videos, making people draw for me, reading Johnny comics, when people don't try to convince me to change my opinions, fried chicken, making faces by using letters and punctuation, making words with numbers and punctuation, not writing checks, making charts and LISTS, wearing soft underwear, being cynical, being both an optimist and a pessimist, seeing the predawn light and predusk sunset, breasts that aren't too big and cumbersome, hearing stories of odd people and bodily abnormalities, reading about records, playing a host of videogames of the types FPS, RPG, Action, Adventure, Arcade, Racing and Simulation, turning my bed into a couch and watching movies, playing videogames and listening to music, watching Chowder and The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack, having the house to myself, the fact that I can use my PS3 as a media server for my PSP to play music from my computer anywhere I can connect my PSP to the internet, when people comment in my journal, the sound of a grand piano in a large room, orchestral music, technorchestral music, woofies witth pointed ears and fluffy tails, kitties with short hair and seeing other people getting pulled over by police - especially when those people harrass me, and other stuff to come.