I love my mum. I love my dad. I love my cousin. I love my telecaster. I love my Bright Eyes vinyl Boxset. I love my dead ancestors. I love the Manic Street Preachers. I love the fuzzy feeling i get when I've had a few Jack Daniels. I love some of my friends, though not all of them. I love waking up, thinking it's time to get up, and realising it's still only 4 o clock in the morning. I love crisp, frosty, ice-glazed mornings, with the blazing sun scattering light all over the newly-white rooftops and crunchy ground. I love junk jewellery. I love the look on someone's face when I've bought them the most perfect gift for Christmas. I love dreaming that one day, not too far away, I'll find something else to love.