Quick and simple meals. Pipe dreams. Innocent questions. Low-slung guitars. Messy ponytails. Snorts. Immediate reverence. Black singers. Porch parties. Fashionable frugality. Zest products. Cobblestone. Well-timed hugs. Mac (makeup and/or software). Gettin' it. Sock-footedness. Belief. Flavored tobacco. Curvaceous individuals. Scotland.
The youngsters of today.
They should provide a chronological/autobiographical grid here. [Read: It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.]
They're my third favorite thing to do in bed. And I'm not trying to scratch any prurient itch, I just like to be direct, so don't get all goofy about it. I don't have a web cam.
Love, love, love Jason Bateman. I just wish Mallory would get a fair shake too. And, while I used to adore them, those "comedians" who always do the commentary on the VH1 shows are getting on my friggin nerves. I like HGTV even though the point is lost on lazy people like myself. I like shows about science and how stuff is made.
Fiction.
Let me get back to you on that.