monkey

In general, I despise them. The only good memory of monkeys I have is actually in England, ironically. |D My dad and I were taking pictures of cotton top tamarins right up against the bars at a zoo, and one of them came over on a branch and started touching the camera. Then another noticed and followed, and it was fascinating and adorable for about forty seconds, at which point, the second guy grabbed the hanging lens cap and started TUGGING ON IT HARD, AND WE WERE LIKE "NO, DON'T BREAK IT" AND THEY GOT SCARED AND RAN AWAY.

Procrastinate

YEAH, I DO THAT. I think the worst case I ever had came at the end of junior year in highschool, at which point, I waited to so long to do things, I actually failed more than half of my classes out of simply not turning things in. I didn't intend to at first, I seriously didn't, but by the end of the year I just gave up. I had to pull nearly straight A's my senior year in order to get my diploma with the rest of my class, AHURF.

(Actually, I still technically did not join them- I was not allowed to walk, because I had worn pants and refused to change into the required skirt. I had to go into some back room an hour after the ceremony finished and sort through a pile to find it.)

pinecone

I'm allergic to pine trees! I think I was fifteen when my parents finally correlated the fact that I get a horrible sinus cold every Christmas with the tree that sat in the living room. Switched to fake ones after that. Pinecones themselves, not having oil, don't bug me. I used to like stomping on little ones in the street when I was a kid because I enjoyed the way they crunched.

Hahahaha-- baloney.

I USED TO LOVE BALONEY. I MEAN, BOLOGNA. Baloney spelled like that reminds me of an episode of Doug where he had to spell it in a spelling bee, and failed horribly by doing it like that.

BUT BOLOGNA, a bologna and American cheese on white bread with a tiny bit of mayo sandwich used to be the only sandwich I would ever eat. Also, the bread had to be cut into a funny shape. My mom used to stamp them with cookie cutters, I remember my favourite one was a Scottish Terrier. |D But really, I refused to eat them if they weren't. I tried eating one again about four years ago and found it disgusting.

faggots

A have a friend called Night on this here Innernet who calls people fags a lot, and I immediately thought of her. Also, I thought you said "carrots" at first glance.

Frolic.

Thought of garlic. I LOVE GARLIC, I put garlic into so many dishes I cook, haha. |D I don't even mind the house smelling like it for a day afterwards, or if I'm chopping it myself, my hands reeking for two. I tried eating it raw once when I was little because I thought it would taste like heaven, and instead found a horrible burning sensation that I couldn't wash off very easily. I must've put about a tablespoon of it into my mouth and just started boldly chewing. Since then, I actually have small allergic reactions to raw garlic on my tongue.

My fiance's mom served a garlic and artichoke dip, not quite fully cooked, at a party once. It was delicious, and a horfed it down. I couldn't figure out why the hell my tongue was burning, I that maybe it was the salsa I had tried a little earlier, so I just drak a little and horfed down more garlic/artichoke. My tongue burned until I went to bed, and when I woke up, it was tender and red on top. OF COURSE, GUESS WHO VOLUNTEERED TO EAT THE LEFTOVER DIP? I had probably eaten like a cup of the stuff before the burning got so intense that I figured out that IT MUST BE THIS, but by that time I had ruined my tongue to the point of not being able to taste things right and being super heat- and spice-sensitive for like a week. SMOOTH MOVE.

GODDAMN TYPOS. *I horfed it, I thought that maybe, drank.

Global warming.

I think that people have very little to do with it. I do believe in the greenhouse effect, and I do believe that it's having a measurable effect on top of what's going on. But I believe that, on the whole, this is another natural climate change. Even if it isn't though, the planet will eventually have changed climates again. I think that people are being pretty short-sighted about it. Who can blame them, of course preserving themselves and the human race as it stands today is on the top of their priority lists, but.. The goal should not be keeping the Earth at the perfect housing climate for the species that are currently here, the goal should be adapting for whatever may come, because another thing I believe about this is that there's squat we can do about it in the long run.

Senile.

Fruit

SNAILS