Running. I've always had a thing for abusive relationships.
Homeless people. Unfortunately not in the 'I want to help them' kind of way, but in a, 'I like when they tell me I'm pretty' kind of way. Although either result in me handing out cash so I feel that my intent here is irrelevant.
My heater under my desk at work. Sometimes I turn it on full blast and put it on my lap like a puppy.
Twins. Call me a sucker for symmetry. (Important note: not a fetish thing...it's not!).
Good grammar. Ahhhh syntax.
Fine cheeses. as a footnote to this entry, I also enjoy both giving and receiving compliments on at the checkout on cheese selection. If a customer is going to pay over 10 dollars for something the size of a small toy car, it should be congratulated. Unless of course that "something" comes in a zip lock bag, and the "chekcout" is on a street corner**. Cocaine never calls for celebration. This message brought ot you by your older, judgmental sister, Maggie.
And last but not least, well-harnessed efficiency. Now there's an art.
*A six minute YouTube video is a prison sentence.
**Verifying that cocaine is actually bought and sold in zip lock bags and on street corners would have required at least a couple of awkward phone conversations at best, so we're just going to have to take what I'm pretty sure about marijuana, and marry it with clips I might have seen on movies.