Things that I like and conversely, things that I don't like so much. In no particular order

What is the purpose of this? I'm not sure, but it seems important.

I like Baby Kitty's feet. I like the feeling of finishing a run. I don't like blacktopped driveways. I like the pictures Steven draws. I like solar calculators. I don't like alarm clocks. I don't like shaved pubic hair. I like the sound of skateboards on pavement. I don't like the feeling of being hungry. I like my family. Most of my family. I like my husband and kids, and I like my extended family on a case by case basis. I like swimming. I don't like the idea of drowning. I like working. I like working a lot. I would like to work every single day all day long. I like money. I like being financially organized. I like the soft part of a person's head where the skull separates from the cheekbone. I like the skin there, it's really soft. I like to feel it against my lips. I don't like junkmail. I don't like junkmail on any level. I do like weekly papers. I like the idea of all news being weekly. I don't like the words "breaking news." I like the way cats sleep with their noses in their paws. I like being held close. I don't like being held back. I like the feeling of bike riding. I like riding very fast and how it is always cool. I like creating my own breeze. I don't like people who are disrespectful to children. I don't like most small town knick-knack store owners. I don't like their crappy overpriced knick-knacks. Did I say I don't like shaved gentalia? Oh I did. Well, I don't. I like a wet garden after a storm. I like how the water intensifies the colors of the vegetables and flowers. I like the smell of my children's hair. I like running with my husband. I don't like it when he is talking to me when I can't breathe on an uphill. I like it when he tells me my form looks excellent. I like it when he tells me that when we're running or when we're not. I like anniversaries. I like reflection. I like going out to dinner. I like my dad. I don't like it when I feel old hurts that he doesn't understand and I hurt him back. I like it when we are friends now. I like his voice when he calls and asks me, "how is my pretty daughter." I like to listen to him laugh. I don't like the idea of being in a world where he isn't. I like thunderstorms. I like distant thunder. I like how it feels like impending hope. I like being alone. I don't like being a lousy friend when I need to be alone. I like my sacred spaces. I don't like to share my solitude with just anyone. I like when Steven plops his hamster down on my keyboard pretending like a hamster fell out of the sky and onto my keyboard. I like how Steven dances. I like how he is happy when he is dancing. I don't like it when Steven is sad. I don't like to be awakened by middle of the night phone calls. I don't like to being awakened by a cat who slept all day circling my head all night nudging me to pay attention to her. I like to run. I like running well. I like having good form and running for a long time and not having to stop to breathe or rest. I don't like running on blacktop. I don't like blacktop in general. I don't like tar. I like green silk. I like tuscan yellow walls. I like red lamps. I like maps. I like going places far away. I don't like leaving home though. I like my yard. I like my garden. I like my new hostas. I like the clothesline. I like the street and sitting on the porch and not doing anything and not seeing anyone. I like it when no one is home on my street. I like it when it feels like I am the only one. I don't like it when dogs slobber on my legs or when they sniff my crotch. I really don't like dogs sniffing or slobbering. I like older puppies with big paws and how they look when they walk. I like puppies. I don't like the idea of owning one. I like bunnies. I don't like the idea of owning one. I like cats. I like being a cat owner. No, I like being a Baby Kitty owner. I don't like the idea of owning her though. I like the idea of being her human companion. I like my red bike. I like my red truck. I like books with red covers. I like red umbrellas. I like sleeping outside. I don't like soap with hair on it. I like quesadillas. I like vegetables. I like eating mostly vegetables. I like my husband. I love him, but I like him more. I like liking him more than loving him, it feels more friendly. I like working with him. I like running with him. I like his company. I don't like it when he rambles on about liberal politics and Air America radio. I like it when we agree. I like it when he tells me what he thinks though. As long as it's not boring. I like being married to him. I like his work ethic. I like his humor. I like how I've become since I've known him. I like his support. I don't like the way he clears his throat after he brushes his teeth. I like my children. I more than like them. I like the people that they are. I like them independent of me. I would like them even if I hadn't given birth to them. I don't like online forums anymore. I like how they feel obsolete now. I like that I am done with them. I like how I no longer have anything significant to say. I like how I am making no significant psychological strides. I like that I am living.