I understand war. At least way back in the past. War, really, all came down to the hostile take over of land so one can claim land as their own.
The war of the present, well, that I can’t understand.
I actually enjoy washing the dishes. I have a dishwasher, but I still like to wash by hand.
I would rather read during my lunch than eat. That might be changing now that Borders is going under.
I always thought being a cat burgler would be cool.
I always thought being a spy would be cool.
Now I want to be a writer.
I can’t stand people that eat with their mouth open. It makes me angry, I’ve walked away from conversations because I couldn’t stand the sound of someone eating.
I love scotch and good beer. But nothing really beats a good glass of pinot noir.