I like, I like

things I have a love/hate relationship with:

-Big Baby from Toy Story.
shit, that thing is the creepiest, but it's a baby. so many conflicting maternal emotions.

-couples who manage to be romantic in unromantic places.
just minding my own business here on the subway, la-di-da-di-da- oh, the lesbians next to me are making out. well, that's adorable, I'm happy for them- WHERE'S YOUR OTHER HAND? NO STOP I CAN SEE YOU, THIS IS STILL PUBLIC, OH GOD-

-strobe lights.
they are ONLY appropriate in dark places. they're cool then, they make my lame dance moves look so much better. (maybe because you can only see about half of them?) but not when they're in windows on the street. I'm trying to fucking walk. don't give me a seizure.

-cigarettes.
they look all cool and shit right? they give you this "whatever man, I'm a hipster," kind of look. you can blow smoke in people's faces because you're just so superior. but they smell and taste disgusting and give you cancer. (this is actually more of an "I hate you but I'll pretend I don't" relationship.)

-the phrase "there are plenty of fish in the sea."
oh, come on, could you be more cliché? I'm aware that over half of the fucking planet is full of people I could be with. it's nice and comforting to think about until you realize that none of them are. and that you want a specific fish. and your net is ripped. and metaphors shouldn't be taken too far.

-nostalgia.
I want to revel in it all the time, watch old movies and do old things and be childish. I get caught up in it sometimes.

-lists.
I'm constantly making them, and sure, they're organized, unless you're me and you're constantly adding things all over them, so they're never finished, really.