Five Senses of Love

Sight - I love looking at restaurant menus with pictures. It's nice to have a view of what the dish could have been.
Touch - I love touching goldfish. Their scaly, moist exterior reminds me of happier days.
Sound - When the fat lady sings. Probably means whatever was going down, is over. And it means that I was right.
Taste - The taste of cajun food is always delicious. The fact that it wrecks my bowels means I get a lot of alone time as a bonus.
Smell - My favorite smell is when someone sprays too much Febreze in a room.

No forgiveness!

The so called profound statement is easy to understand yet doesn't make sense. It's trying to say that if you don't forgive, you'll surely feel just as bad as the person who wronged you, but whoever said that must have done a lot of bad things and tried to get people to like him. I'm a strong believer in fairness, which it isn't really fair if someone does something really terrible and all they can say is "sorry." Forgiving someone is like saying that it's fine and we should forget about it, although some things just can't be forgotten. The only way someone could get some forgiveness from me is if they were truly innocent.

Fly on the Wall

If I was able to be a fly on the wall in any future conversation, I think it would be best for job interviews. I could overhear what the questions were, and one-up the person before me. In past situations it would be applicable in situations where I could find out if was going to be in trouble and if I was I could find a suitable hiding spot.

Squatalla, the Perfect Country

My perfect utopia would be situated near the United States on a secluded island. Near there, we could still partake in trade, while still staying away from the temptations ever prevalent in the U.S. The population would consist of good natured smart people throughout the world. A secret society would be made specifically to find said people. People would be required to not make stupid comments, but instead, make constructive or snarky yet funny comments if you need to say anything at all. The country would be run by a committee of people aged twenty to thirty years old. That way, we could keep things fresh without the clouded judgement of the elderly.

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

It has come to my attention that you have what I want. Now I'm not gonna lie, you bring presents to good kids and I haven't been very good. We both know that. Although what you might not know, is I have seven of your precious elves hostage. You'll bring me an iPhone 4S along with a helicopter and dinosaur that can shoot lasers out of his eyes. Now unless you want your elves to be sent back in even smaller pieces, you'll heed to my demands.

P.S. They're are indeed elves, not dwarves.

Regular Show

No really, it's called Regular Show! It's a creative cartoon featuring a blue jay and raccoon named Mordecai and Rigby respectively. The show's plot revolves around Mordecai and Rigby working for a short-tempered gumball-machine named Benson. The things that make me love this show are the creative plots and interesting characters. Every show starts off with a seemingly normal story, but as the show goes on, more odd things happen. But at the end of the day, everything goes back to normal while Mordecai and Rigby get multiple threats of getting fired. The show also sneaks in many adult-oriented jokes that fly right over the kid's heads which is awesome to bring in a large array of viewers.

The Worst Pain Ever...

The most pain I've ever been in has probably been when I broke both of my arms. I was only 4 but I still remember the excruciating pain I felt. It all started one morning before school. My older brother Westin and I had both watched Tarzan the night before so we had a pretty good idea of how to swing from trees. While waiting for our mom to get ready for school(you know how mundane it can be waiting for a woman to get primed for the outside world,) Westin decided to vault off our mom's car while holding onto a branch and descending to safety. Not about to be one-uped, I did the exact same thing. Off course, being so little, I misjudged the trajectory when I leapt off of the car. Missing the branch, I hit the ground hard. A burning sensation went through my head and I wailed. Conveniently, we didn't go school nor daycare that day so my mom brought me to the emergency room and we got these awesome red casts on both my arms.