Things I intensely dislike: Socks. Ben Lee (I want to stab him in the eye balls with a rusty nail). Whistling. Eggs, especially the boiled variety, ew. The words 'ointment', 'cloth' & 'sandal'. Washing my hair. Not being able to pat guide dog puppies. People who don't stand to one side on escalators. Freezing my tits off. Going to work. Small talk. Poodles. Handcream of any kind, ew ew EW. The fucking 'chanter' upstairs, he likes to chant, alot. I'm going to punch him in the sphincter.
Things I really really love: SINGSTAR!!! Watching Chris Shiflett getting sweaty and stampy on stage. Watching Chris Shiflett do pretty much anything makes me happy in the pants. The cowbell (doesn't get any better than 3 minutes and 4 seconds into Motley Crue's Live Wire). Anyone who can pop a good rock squat or bust out a sweet ass scissor kick (and if you can do both at the same time then I bow down at your feet and behold your almighty rad-ness). Beer. Swearing. Seeing bands. Dirty old unpretentious pubs. Disrupting others. Trees outside my windows. The colour yellow. Those little lizards whose tails fall off when you hold them, but then grow back. Boston accents. Fresh sheets. The beach at night time. Smacking the shit out of a Totem Tennis ball. Laughing till my jaw hurts. Rollercoasters. My bed. A killer hair windmill. Boxer puppies. Felines. Childrens picture books. Drawing. Making stuff. The words 'barnacle', 'gnaw' & 'heinous'. Music. The Espy. My mates. Kissing. Making a mess. Guns'n'Roses pinball machines. Fonts. Keeping secrets. Blythe dolls. 1970's genie bottles. Saganaki. Lemon gelati. Vintage stuff. Flea markets. Red toenails. Daily doses of retardedness and utter nonsense. Twilight. Orang Utans. Red shoes. Sophie. Cadbury Twirls. Greek mythology. Hearing 'Water Tubing' said with an American accent. Sitting upside down on the couch. Sesame oil. Mark Rydens paintings. Anything Angelique Houtkamp creates. Blair tucking his shirt in, gold! Assembling things without the instructions. The sound of my own voice at karaoke- just TRY and get that mic out of my hand and I will dead set go you with a knife. My guitar, I suck at playing it but aparrently I look awesome. Spotty things. Watching Jackass with the commentary on.
I want a panel van, someone please give me one. I swear alot. My knees are ticklish. I kill pot plants despite my best efforts not to. I inspect the used by dates on chocolate bars with shameless abandon. I have been known to fall off a barstool on more than one occasion. I don't understand why people buy plastic fruit. I sometimes wonder why the word 'lisp' has an S in it. I have the best mates in the whole world and a GREAT rack. So there.
Oh yeah, Silika speaking 'deaf' is FUNNY AS. Laugh? Do I?!
