SEG's, otherwise known as Shit-Eating-Grins, the lady in Soutie who was CLEARLY having an affair, my attempt at learning Spanish, my little toothbrush..because I can reach farther back, French classes...because it is CLEARLY "oui"...not "we", obscene language, troublemakers, beach bonfires and the stars that accompany it, not walking on eggshells...they hurt my feet, Tang, driving distractions, the halo around my head, a stiff drink, sushi, middle-of-nowhere places, the smell of freshly cut grass, pub crawls and the state they leave me in, my stolen green shirt, Riding on Playgrounds, my second alarm clock, green eggs and ham, midgets with long hands and feet, my ablility to squeeze the perfect batch of lemonade, Me...the smackdown champion of the world, and again...knowledge...because knowledge is POWER baby!!!
I'd like to meet:
My shadow...to ask her what it feels
like to look up to me, how it feels to be stepped on and why she's never, ever home at night...
Music:
whatever...whenever...wherever...
Movies:
My personal collection of home video's...ha ha..but no really..I think the epitame of humor lies in the script of Full Metal Jacket...gotta love a drill sergeant with brass balls
Television:
Nip Tuck...Christian Troy is my hero...the L word, Soprano's...you know...all the extra channels you have to pay for
Books:
PIG...or yet...soon to be