I don’t like bubble baths.
I don’t like high heels.
I don’t like the elliptical machine.
I don’t like dancing.
I don’t like yogurt that tastes like key lime pie or strawberry cheesecake (fat free, of course).
I don’t want it all.
I’m not put together.
I drink dark, strong beer and I care about what’s happening to the world outside of my city.
But I’m not pretentious, and I’m not an intellectual.
I’m a jumbled mess of half-hearted ambitions and lots of daydreams.
And on Saturday nights I’m drinking my strong dark beer and I’m checking out of this place.
Back to daydream land.
They're playing love songs on the radio tonight.
- I don't like wine.