Lest you should think I forgot about Some Things Friday, I actually have had some NAA-sty noises come out of my computer the last few days so things have been a little 'stalled' here to say the least. But never fear, I have THE list, so please enjoy:
Some Things I Love:
-When my dog 'runs' in his sleep. If you have never seen this phenomenon, you really should. It's quite amusing.
-Sex and the City reruns on TBS. P.S. Why did Big let himself blow up like he did later in the show? He looked SO good in his first season. Why, oh why??? Big, shame. Shame, shame.
-The De-Lovely Soundtrack. GREAT. MOVIE.
-That now semi-new M&M's commercial with the waves of colored M&M's. It makes me grin like a 5-year old, for some reason. I have no idea why. You too can revert to immaturity by watching it here.
Some Things I Hate:
-The 1300 or so other people who posted on Zach Braff's website last week who obviously do not understand the privateness of the board for people like Zach, myself, and Amalah. SHOO! Poetic love talk in progress. Do not disturb. Do I get involved in YOUR personal life?
-Pet hairs on my eyeballs. (*That Hurts*)
-Anything orange-flavored (but not oranges), banana-flavored (but not bananas) and peanut butter (the thought of touching it grosses me out, but if someone makes me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you better believe I'm going to eat it - yet peanuts are fine).
-Maggots
Some Things I am Confused About:
-The dream I had the other night about me hitting Ashton Kutcher's ass and him getting ready to kiss me - just before the cat woke me up. The thing is, I think he is GRODY. (Yes, I am 28. Yes, I can still say grody when it applies, and if it applies at any time, that time is when speaking of Ashton.)
-Why my cat will eat almost any vegetable, but has an obvious repulsion toward fruit.
-Why Mister Rogers never came to my neighborhood.
-Why this girl must torture us with an album. I mean, you've already got better boobs at 18 than most of us will ever have. Why can't you just stop there and save us all the trauma? Quit while you're ahead, honey. Or you'll be passe faster than J.Lo.