I've been seeing variations of this around. I'm bored and I can't sleep, so what the heck.
Airline miles. First I saved enough to go to Hawaii, then I saved enough to go to Hawaii first-class, then I saved enough to go with somebody special. Now I think I've got enough to go first-class with somebody special, but nobody wants to go with me.
Baseball. When I was a kid I was a pretty big fan of the Reds. I played little league and stuff, and I could run fast and I could whack the crap out of the ball. But I couldn't field for shit.
Cats. I have two of them now. I used to have three, but poor Happy died last fall when I was busy. I've always been more of a cat person than a dog person.
Dangerfield. My funniest Rodney Dangerfield joke is, "I never got any respect even as a kid. Why when I was kidnapped my parents got a call saying if they didn't pay $5000 they'd see me again."
Every time I think that things are getting better, they suck even harder.
Farrah. The way I found out about Michael Jackson's death was that KittenDamsel told me a joke. "What was Farrah Fawcett's dying wish?" "That Michael Jackson would die."
Goth. Laptopgirl told me that she used to be goth. I really really really want to see pictures from those days. I bet she was hot.
Igloo. That was just the first thing that popped into my head that started with that letter. I bet they're hard to build.
Jackie was the name of one of the first girls I ever had a crush on. It was second grade.
K as in the letter K. It's a bad-luck letter for me when it comes to women. As opposed to all of the incredibly fantastic luck I have the rest of the time.
Launa was my mom's name. If I were to ever have a daughter, I'd want to name her Launa.
Meow. That's what Buddy is doing right now. He thinks that he's starving to death because he hasn't eaten since midnight or so.
North. I wish I'd done more exploring when I lived in Alaska. I mean, I did quite a bit, but I should have done more. I want to go back someday.
Oppossums. I don't like them and their beady eyes.
Pickles. They suck. Their smell contaminates everyting around them, and God help you if you get pickle juice on something because that smell is never going away.
Quack. Part of this entry fragment that I like: If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck - guess what, it's a fucking duck. Call it a cherry pie all you want, but it's still a damn duck.
Rise. That's what the Sun is going to do before too long. I should go outside and watch.
Sometimes I wish I'd never told her the truth. But only sometimes.
Tornadoes. I'd still like to see one someday, as long as it's not coming straight at me.
Underwear. I wear boxers. You know you care.
Vanquish. I don't know why I thought of that word. Maybe I'm tired.
WeatherGirl has always been nice to me. Her dog sucks, though.
X-rays. I've had my shoulder and my foot and my knee x-rayed. Oh, and my teeth. No super-powers yet, though. I'm still waiting.
YoungGirl and I had dinner Sunday evening. It was nice to have the company.
Zoo. I like the Tazmanian Wolves. I think they're cool-looking. They smell like skunks, though.