My stuffed tiger from McD that I've had since I was four...I named it Simba. It's stripes have faded and it has a gimp foot...but I still love it.
I don't know... I don't really have anything that has a special meaning attached to it or anything... At least, not something I can think of right now. I guess I'd just say my computer - it has thousands of pictures (of my friends and family and whatnot... and also tons of Beatles pictures that I dig) and songs and videos and pieces of writing throughout my life. It's not really the computer itself that I'm attached to - it's what's on my computer, I guess. I'm way into memories.
It'll probably be my fingers. If I lose my fingers in some way; my life is ruined. Then I can't play my oboe anymore (which I lurrrvvee). I can't fight anymore, can't read or write. Can't type. Oh, and I wouldn't want to lose my oboe for my life!
MY GUITAR...oh my god...i could make love with her... the way she screams when i bend up her strings...oh...the way she talks to me...the way her vibrations float around me...mmmmmMmmmMMmmMmm )
My mother. My kitten. They're so lovely. I can't imagine a life without the love of my mom. Unthankfully, we all die...
Maybe my cd collection aswell...or my books, and my art books with all my drawings in them, i take them everywhere, i dunno why but they giv me some sort of security...
My bassoon. I'd say my saxophone, but it's messed up.. but it sure has a beautiful tone that I'd die for.