i don’t like kites. they are so annoying. if someone flew a kite by me and i had scissors, i would cut the string. i would cut it in the little silly thing that they hold so it wouldn’t be so obvious. then, they would want to get that kite up really high and Poof! gone. am i evil. no. i just don’t like kites. a lot.
olives. ugh. i get grossed out when people order dirty martini’s. i try to get someone else to put in the olives. they stink. i don’t like olive juice. i don’t like when it gets on my hand. that is enough about olives.
this may in fact be my least favorite thing to see on a male. i am shaking my head just looking at it. such a sad piece of clothing. yes, you may be able to store all kinds of stuff in those oversized pockets but..why? how much stuff do you really need on your person? its like the go to piece for a hoarder.
you can like all these things. i don’t. and i don’t not like you because you like these things. i will not stop talking to you because your favorite drink is a xtra dirty grey goose martini and you can’t wait to go to the kite convention. just don’t invite me. i won’t go. or….maybe i will and bring scissors. but if you are going to do all of that….don’t wear the khaki’s. that would just be too much.