I like the sound of high heels hitting the floor going down a hallway, like the way they sound in noir films. I like the smell of wet concrete and spilled gasoline. There's a sort of urban human putridness in it that I enjoy. I like pulling the lint from the lint trap in the dryer. It gives me a satisfaction no one else seems to have managed...yet. Sometimes I go to the dryer with no laundry just to see if there's lint. I like sitting on my feet atop the coffeetable and playing videogames but I dislike reading plotlines in videogames because I want to get to the part with explosions and mass destruction. I don't like my name; I like the name Natalie, but not Natalia, or Layla even, because I'm on an Eric Clapton kick right now. I like eating the outsides of oreo cookies; I usually leave the cream center scraped off and on the plastic in the box. I like the small fries that are leftover and at the bottom of the bag. I'll dump out all the long ones to get to the little ones if I have to, but if I have a choice between skinny or fat fries, I'll pick fat fries. I dip them in salt and pepper because if you shake the salt and pepper on top, it never sticks and all of the mix ends up at the bottom in an overly seasoned mess. If I'm blue at all, I like going to the Kroger grocery store and wandering down the aisles staring at the neatly arranged boxes and colorful stacked up fruit. The candy aisle is my favorite, but I don't eat candy (save chocolate). I like going through airport security, humiliating as it is, because it makes me feel important; I really like sitting there and watching people and taking photographs of them. I like doors, but I don't like the knobs. I like computers, but I don't like keyboards. Both knobs and keyboards are always filthy, and touching public ones give me the heebeejeebees. Automatic faucets, swinging doors, and all those alike, get a big gold star from me. I like to buy fruit juices and water even when I can't finish them, and I like thumbing through trashy tabloid magazines while painting my nails and watching television- it gives me an endorphin buzz. I like making wishes under tunnels and believing that I have somehow managed to change the karmic universe by holding my breath for twelve seconds. I collect nothing in particular but idiosyncracies and online "friends," it seems, and both are equally meaningless because they are intangible, but I enjoy them nonetheless.
