Like all right-listening folk, I am an implacable enemy of all muzak.
I am not at all a romantic person, I hate flowers and candles... rather find it irritating.
Certain things just rub me the wrong way.
I hated the soup and felt little for the can.
Birds I am fine with - spiders are an entirely different matter.
Human beings are gross.
I'm quite squeamish, really. I'm philistine and unsophisticated - not because of my great discerning palate but other reasons. Some are moral grounds, some texture.
The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.
I don't have any real phobias, but I don't like creepy crawlies just like everyone else.
