STONES, STICKS, etc.
Sometime in 2002. Afternoonish CDT. Somewhere.

I like words.

I like to play with them, play with language, at least, for (presumably) comic effect. I like to take an old cliché and turn it on its ear.

So to speak.

This one girl I know is really good with words. She has this great way of saying one thing, and meaning something completely different.

She'll say something like "I love my job," and you can tell what she really means is she hates it. Or she'll say, "this is a great salad," and you can tell what she really means is it's inedible. Or she'll say, "I like guys who make me laugh," and you can tell what she really means is there's this mindless himbo with no sense of humor who she can't stop thinking about. Or she'll say, "I want a guy who treats me like a princess," and you can tell what she really means is she wants that guy who treats her like an idiot, that guy who she's been breaking up with every couple weeks for as long as anyone can remember.

See? Great with words. She cracks me up.

I like words.