10:55 AM >> Dust, Cat Hair, and Concrete

I hate these things. I hate them all. Concrete in every sense - asphalt, sidewalks, interstate highways, curbs, streets, pillars, pylons, cement. Whatever. Dust, I think, speaks for itself. And stupid long-haired cats clogging up vacuum cleaners and polluting my air. If I close the door to my room, he/she/it (that stupic cat) tears at the carpet. A gaping hole in a door jam - Damn! What is worse? Not just a little hair, but gobs and gobs and clumps and gobs of hair. Nasty little piles of cat hair.

I want grass and dirt and hills. I want to walk on gravel. I want unevenness. I want things unpaved. I want sheen. I want smooth shining surfaces. I want glistening. I want pure air. I want purity all around. And I want hairlessness. Hairless pets is what I mean. Like chihuahuas and other breeds of short-haired friends. For myself, I want hair. Not falling out though. Just a nice head of hair. Curly, full, and all around. Not just in the back but upfront as well.

As contradictory as my desire and despises seem, these are what I wants and these are what I hates.