And now for something completely different.

I ran into a simple romantic with a gift for words, and then came here inspired to a little honesty of my own.

I love my friends, more than they may even know. I am happiest with them, sitting on a couch or sailing in a car, cutting jokes and polishing them up, curled up in a restaurant booth, listening to their stupid problems, and telling them my more stupider ones. They cross my mind more than anything else during the day.

I love Sunday mornings tearing through the paper, drinking strong coffee and feeling spoiled the way I throw each section in a disorganized pile on the floor as I am through with it as if I rule the world for the next twenty minutes.

I love naps.

I love listening to intelligent people who help me forget my own venerated opinions.

I love that the banal activities of life are easier for me to accomplish with good music playing. I can clean, I can work, I can get through just about anything.

I love a really good question.

I love buying into any and all meta-scientific mythologies, because it feels like I’m doing Yoga on my imagination.

I love people who have little or no boundaries in musical taste.

I love a child-like sarcasm filled with vitriol and wonder at the same time.

I love that every time I stand at the ocean, I think it’s a miracle that everything exists. And I feel small and lucky at the same time. I love even more letting the waves beat the shit out of me; it’s good for my ego.

I love Goth kids, with their gloomy outlook and pale skin and colored hair. I just want to hug them and thank them for reminding us that even depression can be loads of fun.

I love a good tasteless joke that makes people giggle even minutes later.

I love curling my hands around a warm mug of tea when it’s cold or rainy outside.

I love playwrighting, seeing that I have completed 3 or five pages a day, or coming to the end of a scene and feeling good enough about it in its first draft.

I love that most self-proclaimed anarchists look pretty much the same – same dress, same slouch. I want to hug them.

I love it when people first read or see my plays and understand and empathize with the questions I am asking, because then my thoughts don’t feel so alone.

I love that I can always do things that I find humorous. I love how I take a joke too far for my own amusement, and I love that the people who love me, do so because of or in spite of my talent for saying out loud anything that crosses my mind.

I love my cat. I love that she trusts me so much that nothing I do makes her even flinch. I love that she seems to need me so much (and not just for food).

I love that so many things in the world interest me. It makes it easier for me to ignore the things that don’t.

A Quiz Mrs. Scrvy Asked Me To Do

1.Your Full Name: Stephen Jerome Andrew Evigan Hieronymous Hitler Precious Miller
2. Age: Somewhere between a good hard cheese and a bad hard cheese
3. Single or Taken: Yes
4. Favorite Movie: The next one
5. Favorite Song: The one the voices in my head sing harmony to - is it Helter Skelter?
6. Favorite Band/Rapper/Artist: Julia Child
7. Dirty or Clean: Depend on which crevasse you pick
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: My Ernest Borgnine tattoo has a pierced ear

HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...
1. Do we know each other outside of myspace? Only platonically
2. Whats your philosophy on life?? Tell me when it gets here.
3. Would you have my back in a fight? Now, yes, I would (serious answer)
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? Yep - now guess!
5. What is your favorite memory of us? That time we robbed a bank in Southern Iowa before we got caught in that Missouri cornfield and they riddled us and our car with bullets - dirty Feds!
6. Have we ever been drunk together? - Aren't we now?
7. Would you give me a kidney? Does it have to be mine?
8. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you: I lose my sense of smell on Tuesday nights at 11:54 for about 11 seconds like clockwork.
9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? You are sick, honey!
10. Can we get together and make a cake? Actually, if you want to!
11. have you heard any rumors of me lately? Only the ones on bathroom walls
12. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me? Not that I ever recall...should I?
13. Do you think I'm a good person? Depends - good for what?
14. Would you drive across country with me? We already have.
15. Do you think I'm attractive? Actually, yes.
16. Have you ever seen me naked? Only in my dreams.
17. If you could change anything about me, would you? what would it be? Question 17
18. What do you wear to sleep? Tin foil and spirit gum
19.Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? Yeah, don't mind the luggage, bath supplies, and the cat - I'm only "visiting"
20. Will you post this so I can fill it - sure.