I'm a weirdo

I count my steps as I walk. I don't even notice until I'm at 177 or something.
I play footsies with myself as I fall asleep.
I always check out the license plates on cars.
I talk in my sleep. In tongues.
The smell of some foods cooking makes me sick.
Having water splashed in my face ticks me off.
I've probably checked out your teeth, ears, skin, shoes, elbows and smell.
I could eat cereal for breakfast, lunch AND dinner.
I'll eat just about anything once.

Originally blogged on myspace September 05

Things I Hate

When people pop their gum or chew it with their mouth wide open, you know, smacking it. For that matter, I hate to see anyone chewing anything with their mouth open.

People tapping, poking, pushing or bumping into me. Whether intentional or not.

Hearing the same story over and over again.

Being interrupted.

Loud noises.

Listening to an argument. Listening to screaming kids (you know, the kind in the store who don't get their way)

Hearing kids disrespect their parents. Hearing kids disrespect other adults.

Litterbugs.

Noisy neighbors.

People staring at me.

Slow computers. Slow drivers. Slow workers.

When you give someone an extra bill, like a single so you can get one big bill in change, not several little ones, and they don't get it. Duh.

When they f*ck you at the drive thru.

When people pick at their food. Picky eaters in general.

Being wrong.

Being right when it wasn't really a big deal, anyway.

Not knowing the answers on Jeopardy.

Having to repeat myself.

That kink you get in your shoulder from working on the computer too long.

Forgetting how to spell as I age. Forgetting pretty much everything as I age.

Aging.

Allergies.

Running out of stuff.

Having to go to Walmart. Especially in the heat.

That Walmart has the best prices on everything and I'm a slave to saving $$$.

Eating the last bite of ice cream.

When fountain sodas don't have the right mixture of syrup and carbonated water.

When you go to Sonic, and some jackass has used a box cutter to open the styrofoam cups (I bet the box even says not to) and cuts your cup...then they put it in the inventory anyway. You only realize it when your cup holder has filled up with cherry vanilla sludge.

When it's so hot you can't breathe.

When it's so cold it feels like someone is sticking an ice pick in your ear drum.

When my feet fall asleep.

When I wake up in the middle of the night because I'm rolling over but some body part hurts so bad (getting old sucks, folks) it brings me right out of sleep.

Computers that break. Did I say that already?

Originally blogged on myspace July 05

Things I Love

Clean sheets.
A freshly made bed.
Ice cream.
Jazz. Especially the Gypsy kind.
A standing ovation. Either giving one or getting one.
Helping others.
Being creative.
April and October in Las Vegas.
Museums.
Great cinemetography, awesome sets and brilliant costumes. Not to mention smart writing.
A good book.
Eating out at a nice restaurant.
A great meal.
Men.
Tall, dark and handsome ones.
Especially the ones who smell good.
Doing a swell job.
Being recognized for a swell job.
The rain.
Seeing the sun break through the clouds.
God.
Family.
Friends.
The unconditional love of children.
Teaching.
New clothes.
Looking good.
An organized closet.
Beautiful architecture.
Spotting a shooting star.
Audrey Hepburn.
Grace Kelly.
Gene Kelly.
Learning Spanish.
Learning anything.
Spotting continuity issues in film.
Not having to drive.
A good joke.
Being silly.
Going for a dip in the pool.
Soaking in the hot tub.
Taking a long, long, bubble bath.
Telling a good story.
Having a wonderful dance.
Hitting the break.
Being dipped.
Being kissed.
Hugs.
Big hugs.
The ones where someone else lets go last.
Playing footsies.
Holding hands.
Taking a nap.
Mangoes.
Having something in common with someone.
Thrift shopping.
A good sandwich.
A good shag.
Saying "I love you".

Originally blogged on myspace September 05