Like your soul, I am missing

Beards: I hate them. Gross. Ick. No. Shave, bastard, shave.

Small childern: I have no problem with infants, it's when childern are capable of speech and combat do I start to get a little miffed that they exist. That and childern who are adverse to learning.

Baby photos: For the record, I was an ugly baby. I'm not going to post a picture and break my monitor, but I was a demon monkey child, hands down, not cute in the slightest. BUT unlike many cute babies, I turned out fucking adorable and will develop into one gorgeous human being, while all the cute now semi-questionable childern are going to ask for plastic surgery.

Cell phones: I love them. I particularly love mine, and sort of almost want a BlackBerry. Yeah. I do. But my sisters are far worse with cell phone mannerisms than I am. They have no idea how to actually use a cell phone in a productive manner. I, on the otherhand, do. That's why I was a semidecent house manager. I use the phone for business AND pleasure.


That's all, muffins.