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12:36 a.m. - 2005-08-09
Another 100 things thing!

Inspired by the quickening A, I hereby take up the challenge to list 100 things I like. With the proviso that one doesn't cheap out and go with the obvious choices like kids and grandmas. A said she learned something about herself. I don't often care to know more about myself. I'm bored with myself for one thing and revelations tend to be on the upsetting side when they do come. But, let us sally on.

100 Things I Like

New crayons. I like good crayons. Though the cheap waxy ones are better for dying Easter eggs.
Sun-In™ hair lightener.
Dollar store picture frames.
Golden brown buttery toast.
Hyacinths.
Chopping things with an axe.
Clocks.
Mirrors.
Knock-knock jokes.
Meeting new people.
Traveling by train.
Even the subway.
Black cats named 'Snowflake'.
My current tea kettle. It's shiny chrome and really retro.
Little League parades.
Being right.
Lapel pins with witty sayings.
Sitting in running streams and rivers.
Yellow kitchens.
Shortie cotton nightgowns.
The Sims
Old scratchy blues recordings in mono.
Acorns.
Email.
Tide pools.
Good reading light.
Opening those commercially grown pearl oysters.
Snakes as pets.
Ass hugging jeans. On both sexes.
Scrubbie sponges.
Eeyore.
Auctions.
Anything sizzling or flaming delivered to my table. A puu-puu platter, some fajitas and a flaming zombie and I'm in pyro heaven.
Cracking my knuckles.
Clean windows.
Incense.
"Place Stamp Here" boxes.
Bill Murray.
Getting those card key door locks to work.
Pink nail polish.
Shooting pool.
Body surfing.
Tall boots.
Winning.
Huge afros.
Cherry Coke.
Bears.
Community bulletin boards at grocery stores.
Sleeping alone.
Lace.
Taking 1st timers to NYC.
Donating blood. (Well, maybe not like the process as much as I like helping hurt folks.)
Blowing bubbles.
Going to the track.
Getting the 'Guest' menu, the one with no prices.
Bourbon.
My gardens.
Rowdy gospel choirs.
Making shampoo beards and hats.
Seeing old commercials from when I was a kid.
Driving at night with the windows down.
The way my new lighter makes a crisp snapping noise. It's a push-button butane, but it sounds like a Zippo. The snick of a lighter reminds me of…
Humphrey Bogart movies. Always the pause to light the cigarette before delivering the big line.
Fitting into movie theater seats with room to spare.
Sharing a bong.
Going commando. (Occasionally.)
Mumenschantz.
Bocce.
The smell of Coppertone.
Fry Daddy™ deep-fryers. I refuse to own one though, I'd weigh 900lbs.
Racing golf carts.
Roadside historical plaques.
Parking lot carnivals.
Punch and Judy.
Curling up in the corner of the couch.
Weddings.
Factory tours.
Souvenir piggy banks.
Used book stores.
Summer camp movies.
Street musicians.
Restaurants shaped like hats and hot dogs.
Prisms in sunny windows.
Telling a good story.
VH1
RPGs. Especially Cyberpunk and Vampire.
Deer whispering.
Morose clumps of goths.
Sailors in their Cracker Jacks and Dixie cups.
Mighty Mouse cartoons.
Thanksgiving dinner.
Volcanoes.
Indoor plumbing.
Classic car meets.
The Olympics.
Tetris
A clean kitchen.
Playing the air drums. (Like air guitar, only percussion.)
Black and white photography.
Getting comments. (Hint. Hint.)

I have read this over twice and see no prevailing themes or repeated chords. No neat summation of this eclectic chick. At least that I can find. Anyone see something I didn't?

Your thoughts, please. ~LA

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