Sometimes I like to think about things in almost the same way my grandfather does. He makes lists of things, like words that are always used in the plural. Scissors. Pants. There are others, but I make my own lists. Here's one:
Things that I like to list:
Places in the world where I could live.
Designs for the quilt I will make to take to college.
People that I enjoy.
Experiences I have had.
Odd traits found in my family.
Music that I should download.
The tattoo that I will get.
New couples.
Things that I would do if I weren't so damn tired.
Things that I could list.
Oh, you know how it is.
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