"[My relationships were] like I was in these movies where the script was only half-written. When I’d get to the end of this half-script, the other actors wanted me to ad lib. But I had never gotten the hang of that. That’s why these movies were always box-office failures. Six of them in the past twenty years. I always blew the lines." ~ from my horrible first novel "Learn How To Pretend." (unpublished)(obviously)

Monday, April 01, 2013

Seriously.... mostly


I HATE the following:
1.     Fun.
2.     "Good" music.
3.    "Chillin'" with my so-called ‘peeps.’
4.     Sunsets
5.     Long walks on the beach.
6.     Short walks on the beach.
7.     Walks.
8.     The beach.
9.     Walking in sand.
10.  Running in sand.
11.  Sand.
12.  Sandpaper
13.  Girls named Sandy.
14.  Pecan Sandies.
15.  Sandwiches.
16.  Sandals.
17.  Sandalwood incense.
18.  Santana.
19.  Santa Claus.
20.  Cats claws.
21.  Subordinate clause.
22.  Holding hands.
23.  Clenching fists.
24.  Fighting the good fight.
25.  Fighting the bad fight.
26.  Getting my ass kicked in a fight.
27.  Fighting Texas Aggies.
28.  Fi'in to fight.
29.  Women who love too much.
30.  Women who love too little.
31.  Women who love to be little.
32.  Women who love to belittle.
33.  Men in general.
34.  Teenagers on principle.
35.  Peeps that be hatin' on me.
36.  Cats who love dogs.
37.  Dogs who are oh, so smug. (Though, oddly, not smug pugs.)
38.  Dogs in cars.
39.  Dogs in bars.
40.  Dogma.
41.  Greyhound buses.
42.  Greyline buses.
43.  Busted buses.
44.  Busted flat in Baton Rouge.
45.  Headed for the train.
46.  Feelin’ near as faded as my jeans.
47.  My genes.
48.  Mutated genes.
49.  Vanilla Coke.
50.  Chocolate Pepsi.
51.  Mariah Carey.
52.  Tippi Hedron.
53.  Stream of consciousness (Unless it’s about me.)

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