Oh god, don't make me list them. This is NOT the Miss America pageant. I am not wearing the bathing suit (let's skinny dip much more fun) Plus what do you think. Books, music etc. No one ever reads this. How about this, I want to climb on top of the Pyramid in Machu Pichu and give a Tarzan yell, and live life to the fullest. So if I am lucky enough to die in bed (hopefully from sexual exertion at ripe old age of 99) I want to have no regrets that I didn't get to do something.
An alien life form that understands women and brings chocolate that you don't gain weight from. Ok, Ok I will settle for an Earthling, carbon based life form with etc etc. (Still bring the chocolate, it can't hurt
Music is my passion. My ipod is full and the thing holds 5000 songs. You can tell how I'm feeling by the music playing. Sorry country fans that is one thing I can't listen to sober. Otherwise Mozart, lives happily next to my Aerosmith who shares the room with my Hanz Zimmer sountracks and Ella Fizgerald is bunking with some Indian chants.
Movies can be a good thing. If you read my profile, this entry should not shock you. I love a good heist movie. mmmmhhhhh yum. A clever mystery is great too unless the butler did it, then I want my 8.50 back. Blood doesn't bother me (example Pulp Fiction) Save me, I'm about to quote. ahhhh the pain of the royal with cheese. ok. Thats over. Love action, yes I know what you are thinking, but what about the plot in those? Who cares at this point look at the cars, the guns and muscle. I am in popcorn heaven and let go of my gummy bears he is about to shoot the biggest gun I've ever seen. OOOOOOHHHHH AHHHHH. On more serious note the aesthetic quality of What Dreams Can Come can only compare to the subtle plot of the Red Violin which also reminds us of the human almost Macbeth like quality of the Godfather. Ok moment over lets get back to reality and watch those stupid old horror flicks. Oh no, Look out Vegetable space Monster thing, they got a flame thrower. Quickly say the lines with me girls and boys.... We come in peace and take me to your leader. Oh too late. He is toast. Come on You mean you conquered the deep space travel and this idiot does you in with a can of hairspray. Honestly where is the justice in this world. Oh well it was the 50s. They didn't know any better just look at the hair. (hmmm on the other hand lets not mention the 80s, or the 90s hair either.)
I need to be a TV writer NOTHING good is on. I can't do worse. Don't kill me Soprano fans I am not talking about cable. It's not TV its HBO. Enough said.
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