4 Pineapples for Turning All of My Posts into Prose Poems Because I'm Outta Juice
I always wanted a metal detector.
When I was in Kindergarten (a German word meaning "child garden"), I stood at the bottom of the fireman-pole-thing on the jungle gym, wearing a plaid jumper, and got red-level-pissed that I couldn't slide down the pole in my white tights.
I can't wait until everything is wireless. If there's one thing I hate it's wires. If there's two things I hate, then the second is mushrooms. Especially floppy ones.
The weekend weatherman on NBC looks like a pale, shriveled potato.
I can't look directly at his head.