my list

smith's lane
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the past few weeks i haven't been able to find the time to get anything done. once i think i'm done for the day, having sent off a final email at 2 am comprised of the client's 432nd round of changes, i'll crawl into bed and realize that i didn't pay my quarterly taxes.

"make lists," urges my boyfriend.

"no," i say. "that's stupid. i hate lists."

he shakes his head and pulls out his moleskin notebook. i see him write the word "bananas". right under "yogurt".


a friend of mine always points out how i allegedly hate everything. he mocked me this past week while having crantinis on his balcony.

"no it is," i defended. "the tiburon is a stupid car."

"uh huh. what else? what else is stupid?"

"you know what else? the pontiac vibe. that's stupid as well. vibe. stupid."

"you hate everything."

"no i don't. i don't hate licorice."

"uh huh," he crossed his arms. "what else?"

i rest my head against his brick wall. and i made my first list:

"i don't hate cobblestones."

"mm hm. that's good."

"i don't hate, um, shawn rosengarten."

"my co-worker?"

"um hm. i don’t hate him. he makes me laugh. i don't hate the cinema. i don't hate frogs. i also don't hate toads. i'll pick up a toad. i don't hate airplanes. i don't hate burritos. i don't hate los angeles… i don't hate cheap champagne. i don't hate flip flops. i don't hate eduardo."

"your car?"

"mm hm."

"that's a given."

"i don't hate colin farrell. i don't hate the internet. i don’t hate luigi’s backyard. i don’t hate crooked teeth. and i don’t hate that bird that found that pink boa and decorated your eaves trough with it.”

“that bird lost all her babies.”

“i know. i think that’s why she went crazy and took that pink boa. i don’t hate wind. i don't hate portland. i don’t hate faux fur. and i don’t hate sea urchins."