The last couple of posts might just lead you to believe that I don’t like anything (see me bitching here and here). That’s not true. I like a lot of things. I like knitting and writing and beer drinking and baby hugging* and hiking and camping and bread baking and reading and playing video games and having long phone conversations.**
And I like hot sauce. Very much.
I like it the way you like your little black dress.
I like it the way you like sappy movies.
when I need a good cry
I like it the way you like your favorite necklace.
I like it the way you liked that boy with the floppy hair and hypercolor t-shirt in your third grade class.
I have a crush on it
I like it the way you like your pillow.
I make out with it****
So you see, I really do like things. If all of you A-holes were covered in hot sauce, I’d like you more. As it is, well, I guess you’d better hope we don’t meet in a dark alley.
*limited to particular babies.
**limited to particular people
****not really (*****)
(*****but you really make out with your pillow)