The List
Since the season of hell has arrived I can't seem to think of anything positive to write about. I thought I'd just do "the list" since most of the blogs I've read have at least one post of this nature. I don't think I can make it to 100 but I'll try.
My first name is 9 letters long.
My birth certificate lists 3 middle names.
I have a kid.
A girl.
I wanted a girl.
I have a dork fetish.
The last book I read was White Oleander.
The last CD I listened to was Billie Holiday.
I like Tori Amos but not Kate Bush.
I hate dogs.
But not cute dogs.
I have a cat named Speckle.
He's black and white.
I wreck every car I own at least once.
I have reddish brown hair.
It's natural.
Yes, I can prove it.
I have one tattoo.
My nose and ears are pierced.
I like the smell of tornado weather.
I have been fat and thin several times each.
I have an unhealthy relationship with food.
I love it!
I will win the lottery!
Wal-mart is the anti-Christ.
Cosmopolitan Martini is my drink.
But I will drink Woodchuck if it's available.
13 is my lucky number
I hate having curly hair.
Strangers often say they have seen me before.
I have never traveled out of the south.
The four states that touch Alabama to be exact.
I am a pack rat.
I collect perfume bottles.
And tiny buddas.
I was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ...
I do not attend church.
Elvis is Dead.
Nietzsche is also dead.
I prefer glasses to contacts.
I don't need either.
I've met LPD but I've never heard their music.
I'm not ashamed to say I like pop music.
And synth pop.
And J-pop.
Sugar does not belong in grits.
It goes in Iced Tea Super Action Kevin!
Favorite Song Today: Something Big-Jim O'Rourke
Favorite Song Yesterday: Flow-Transister
I fantasize about meeting Quentin Tarantino.
I guess 50 will have to do for now. Maybe next time I'll try one of those A-Z lists.