Disrespect
From not taking pride in your job, regardless if it's beneath you; not recognizing the impact of your actions on others; using your cell phone as you sloth across the street, oblivious to the fact that cars are rolling through and you're holding everyone up; not realizing that you may be doing something that hurts other people's feelings; preying on people who don't have money or the sense not to act in your favor; making one sided laws that do nothing to better society . . . I better stop now. I could keep going.

But we should respect ourselves and others more than we already do.

Stockholm is a city filled with the best looking women in the world, women so good looking that when you walk in to a 7-11 you will swear that you have just walked into a reality TV set, What Happens When Supermodels Work at A Convenience Store? Yes I know it's a long name, but hey it's true. Better yet the women are super friendly, & extremely educated, they speak English with English accents, they start making you wonder whether England in fact had good looking women but they're all on working vacations in Sweden, turns out they're not as England doesn't have but in fact they're all just really well studied Swedish girls.

You’re the Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly by Loretta Lynn

Don't take any wooden nickels.

Grandpa told me that once, but I'm still not sure what it means.

Take your 'highs' low and your 'lows' high.

Keeps me from getting to wrapped up in the moment.

This is a great movie about betrayal, love, and friendship. It's a story about how money and power doesn't always make you the better man if you have integrity and character.

There's lots of action, suspense, and drama.

We have similar hair, we're both short. While he's from another planet, I have to be brought back down to earth from time to time. We have similar dance moves, and both like tall chicks!

My Favorite (Imaginary) Room.

I've always wanted a reading room. I imagine it would be a fairly large room with dark walnut shelves, lined with felt. The room would have a bay window, large enough for me to stretch out on a sumosac, so I can enjoy either the warm rays of the sun or the melancholy of a heavy down pour. I wouldn't want any furniture (in the traditional sense), but envision comfortable shaggy carpeting, a bean bag chair or two, and lots of very large over-stuffed pillows made of corduroy, velvet, and combed cotton. It would have a fire place, a cut-out in the wall for stacking wood, and lit by soft ambient lights. Obviously it would smell of books, both old and freshly printed, mingled with the fragrances of hickory and lavender. The walls would have spiraling, wooden columns with deep grooves spaced between shelves. The ceiling would have a mural mirroring a renaissance theme with similarities of artists like Botticelli, Michelangelo, or Da Vinci.

This would be my favorite place.