Charlie Chaplin: Obviously! A comical genius. Timeless and always entertaining. I have a deep love for Charlie because he makes me laugh, even decades later, time and again. He’s cute, too.
Barack Obama: The first time a politician makes me want to hear him speak (as opposed to feeling inclined to.) Sometimes he even gets me a little misty eyed… the feeling of being inspired by a presidential candidate is similar to and just as surprising as first love. He’s articulate and clean; I’m smitten!
Sienna Miller: My personal fashion icon and girl-crush. There may be no end to what I would do for her closet or her legs. Plus, she makes me want to be a blond… and that’s saying a lot.
Joey: Because he was my first love, and he broke my heart. This is not to commend him or pity him, but to acknowledge him as a momumental person in my life that I felt would be really random and equally appropriate to mention. Even to this day he’s the only boy to really catch me and now I think of him seldomly and fondly.
Beryl Markham: Utterly the most influential historical figure for the person that I am today. She’s my hero and my idol, even Wonder Woman comes second.
Mark Twain: Literary genius, one of my biggest inspirations. I admire his honesty, wit and ferocity. He’s capable of pulling me out writers block and is the only man with facial hair I’ll ever love… besides my dad.
Maria Santana: My guardian angel… she saved me and took me under her wing in Tokyo and I will always be grateful for her. One of those people you have a brief but life-changing encounter with. If I’m ever down and out, I’ll remember her and know that everything will get better soon.
Pablo Neruda: For a girl who can be such a “tough-catch,” femme-fatal sort, this poet is capable of reminding me of how it feels to be in love; he makes me want it. Not even my old journals can do that.
Dave Chapelle: All encompassing comedian of our time. If you can’t laugh to Dave, I’m not sure I can be friends with you. This is serious!
The Beatles: Music of my life. Timeless and always appropriate… when there is nothing, there is The Beatles. And then there is everything. Cliche, but honestly, they’re rejuvenating like sex.
THE END 🙂