1) My hatred of hair cuts.
2) My love of trees in playwriting and screenwriting.
3) People whom I do not know who comment on one of my tree-obsessed plays weeks after I'd posted it and then I don't see the comments to reply to their comments until three months later, and then because they left their e-mail address I do not know if I should write them back because are they going to remember what they wrote three months earlier on some website that they never visited again? I think not.
4) The horrendousness that is England Dr. Pepper.
5) The violent dreams that I have after violent world events. I had one last night, which was the first one that I'd had since a couple days after 9/11/01 (in which Peter Jennings, while giving a nightly newscast, gets shot in the head by his cue-card guy [a cue-card guy that he wouldn't have, I know -- he would have a teleprompter -- but dreams are not logical]).
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
