List 50 things you’ll never do.
Um, okay. I’m not sure if this is supposed to be a list of “oh hell no, you won’t ever catch me doing that” or one of the “damn, I’m never going to get to do that” variety. When in doubt, I try to cover all of my bases.
- Walk across a rope suspended over any kind of gorge or canyon. I am afraid of heights and have no balance, as my Wii Fit history can testify.
- Drive a racecar.
- Eat a human being.
- Get out of debt. Damn student loans.
- Rebuild an engine.
- Participate in the Spartan Death Race.
- Write some kick ass computer software. Or even lame software.
- Work for NASA.
- Find my soul mate. Okay, I’m hopeful about this one but I’m leaving it on the list. Finding The One (not Neo) is hard because I’m
a bitchextremely picky. - Visit the wreck of the Titanic.
- Depend on another person to support me. I just escaped being reliant on a man and I will never do it again. I am an independent woman. I may struggle, but I’ll do this shit on my own, thankyouverymuch.
- Find Jimmy Hoffa.
- Dine with Prince William & his chick.
- Collect dollar bills while wearing a G-string.
- Compose a score for an action movie where lots of shit gets blown up.
- Pull off a bank heist.
- Eat squid or octopus ever again!!!
- Be abducted by aliens. Or will I? If it does happen, I hope Mulder & Scully rescue me.
- Not work with kids in some capacity. While I don’t love kids, I enjoy working with them very much, and I can’t imagine not working or volunteering with groups of kids (of all ages).
- Turn my vagina into a clown car.
- Make a porno. Not even a home movie. Sorry, dudes.
- Weave a hammock. There’s a store down here called Nags Head Hammocks. I haven’t seen it in a while, but they used to have guys standing outside, making the hammocks by weaving the rope onto the “frame” of the hammock. Cool story, bro.
- Kiss Kate Winslet. I should put this on my bucket list and prove myself wrong here.
- Write a best selling novel.
- Find proof of the afterlife. Or aliens.
- Watch every episode of Law & Order and all its spin-offs.
- Compete in a bodybuilding competition.
- Perform on Broadway.
- Read the last two books in the Southern Vampires series. Seriously, I just can’t take any more Sookie.
- Stop swearing. Hell fucking no.
- Give up carbs.
- Tattle on a co-worker.
- Take my rosacea medicine consistently. I am terrible at remembering my topical shit. The pills, I can remember as long as I fill my pill box each week. But I
am too lazynever remember to put the gel on my face. - Become a vampire or werewolf. And that’s really too bad because I would be awesome at either one.
- Read the Bible. I tried when I was younger. I’d almost rather finish reading the Sookie books.
- Ask that hottie at work out. I suck when it comes to men. Take that how you will.
- Pilot an airplane. Or anything else that flies more than 5 feet above the ground.
- Remember all the lyrics to Extreme’s “Play With Me”
- Rap in public.
- Have more children of my own. (Though, I would like to be a foster parent)
- Watch “2 Girls, 1 Cup”
- Have a velociraptor for a pet.
- Take hallucinogenic drugs. But I am going to try the Ganzfeld procedure. And soon! It may be a good writing tool.
- Read a comic book. Oh, excuse me. Graphic novel.
- Get as many tattoos as I want. I want tons. All over my body. But since I’m never going to win half a billion dollars in the lottery, I will have to settle for less than five. I have one and have finally settled on a design for my second. Know any good, reasonably priced tattoo artists??
- Enter the Spartan Death Race. Because that’s just insane.
- Watch The Shining. Or read the book. That wrinkly old woman with the saggy tits scares the shit out of me.
- Drink someone under the table. One wine cooler knocks me on my ass.
- Finish this entry.