Any man, woman, child or animal who has any part whatsoever in the production of Two and a Half Men in any way
Johnny Depp, despite indications to the contrary within narrative of recent dream
Kate Moss, see above
Self’s lack of appropriate time management skills
My necks, arms, legs and torsos refusal to act like they are in fact attached to a rock god and not reduce me to limping feebly about my house after a night out
Child performers whose uncanny skill and warbly vibrato leaves me twitchy and uncomfortable
Self’s debilitating obsession with Wonka’s chewy gobstoppers
Scatting
Apparently carbohydrates
Reggae
Bloody pollen (bloody being in this case an expression of my distaste for said pollen, not a description of state of pollen)
The apparent learning disability that rears its head around assessment time and causes my brain to behave like a startled pony trying to read journal articles
This conversation: “Geez, it’s cold today!” “This? This isn’t cold. You don’t even know cold.”
Tammin Sursok.
My ovaries, odd non pimple that never goes away and ridiculously unfounded crushes on people I will never meet
Snot
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Oh no you fell out with carb’s? Major BUMMER dude. xsx
Oh no you fell out with carb’s? Major BUMMER dude. xsx