I read too much. I guess that is better than doing other things too much. Like heroin.

Love: books.

Hate: needles.

I walked through a field of port-o-potties to get to work and realized that shit stinks.

Love: you.

Hate: your shit.

Someone is talking about stocks and bonds and treasury bills and I realize that money bores me. I should probably get some more.

Love: money.

Hate: making it.