Anything that's expensive, bad for my health and usually against my better judgement!
An extremely insecure nymphomaniacal trust fund baby , 5'7 and under, height/weight proportionate, intent on draining my bank account and my emotional fortitude, must come from a broken home and have 'Love me Daddy' issues. Preferably a bit promiscuous with a history of mild molestation. Bi-polar personality and drug/alcohol dependency issues a plus!
Second only to "Love" and running neck and neck with "Laughter". To me, music is spiritual, I love all types! (Well, almost all types, country is growing on me!)
Need to make me laugh or make me cry, the rest is just filler for feeble minds!
Let me make just enough money to finance a big screen from Best Buy and watch Nascar while eating some Papa Johns and I will get up and work 50 hours a week, pay taxes, get fat, get cancer, die too young and pass this lifestyle on to my kids! NOT!!! So in simpler terms I %*#@ing hate TV! Oh...ah...except for 'Entourage', that Vincent Chase is just dreamy!
I stock my place with them! I prefer technical manuals of any sort and books written in foreign langauges. Just in case I am able to get a girl drunk enough to come back with me to my parents basement, I will look intelligent!
OUR TROOPS! By the way, let's declare victory, have a parade and bring them the *%#@ home!