My Holiday List.

I sent a letter to Santa just once as a child, only to find out that my hours committed to wishing and meticulously picking out items to slap on that perfect gift list was to be returned in such an orderly and heartbreaking fashion. In shorter sentence explanations, the letter was postmarked and returned to the sender. I wasn't ever the biggest Santa geek, but I did hope--which led to thinking, which led to brainstorming, which led to jotting, which led to writing, which led to the above. So, I have taken the time to write my own list, something that came to mind as I was driving home this rainy, un-xmaslike night.


Henry is a sucker for the following:

1. Women.
2. Fine Cheese.
3. A late night fiasco.
4. Yao Ming.
5. Gibberish.
6. Pretty girls.
7. Mexican Food.
7 1/2. Pretty damn cute girls.
8. Rain.
9. Worn in novels.
9 3/4. Really expensive shoes that I will never buy. Ever.
10. Pretentious bastard literature.
11. Finding different opportunities to use the word 'pretentious' in the correct context and manner.
12. Pretentious.
13. Non-pretentious girls.
14. Pretentious girls.
15. Those shows on the history channel or TLC about America's prison systems and their internal gang warfare.
16. Vince Young and all his glory.
17. Beatdowns in racquetball when allotted the availability.
18. Women. Jesus, you ladies really don't know what you do to us fellas.

Have a merry xmas and some happy kind of holiday, chummy.