anyone who thinks i’m being ironic when i say i liked romy & michelle’s high school reunion

I’m often asked, “Alex, who do you regularly wish death on?” I smile, cock my head to the side, and look up to the blue skies as if to ask, “Jesus? Should I really tell?”

Here is my incomplete list, incomplete because I’m sure there are many, many more people in the world that deserve death:

  • People that give ball-headed people a bad name by wearing a toupee or getting plugs. I’m looking at you, cheesy Dr. 90210 guy with the sleeveless scrubs.
  • Hummer owners
  • Hummer owners that cut me off in traffic
  • People that try to share my lane on the freeway because they’re talking on their cellies
  • Republicans
  • Republicans with comb-overs
  • Members of the NRA
  • Vocal members of the NRA
  • Charlton Heston
  • Charlton Heston with a comb-over
  • Anyone that buys a greeting card that has a picture of a puppy or kitty with over-sized eyes
  • Anyone that was involved with that commercial where the pizza lovers have over-sized eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. That over-sized eyeball shit freaks me out. I seriously have to turn my head to the side when that commercial comes on.
  • Listeners of easy listening unless I also listen to that particular artist or band. Sometimes my tastes run into schmaltzy territory. I think that’s fine on me, but not fine on other people. If you’re going to listen to “light jazz,” in my vicinity, warn me. I’ll have my diamond-dust dipped dental floss ready to slice off your head.
  • Ugly babies. The only good thing about a baby is that it’s cute and I can coo at it. Ugly babies don’t have any use. Keep ‘em away from me.
  • Anyone that’s better looking than me. If the world were rid of them, then I’d have a better chance of becoming a jet-setting fashionista. Also, I watched The Devil Wears Prada last night.
  • Anyone that won’t give me what I want for free. I’m looking at you, resort spas in Palm Springs, naughty masseuses in the backs of gay publications, sellers of private jets, builders of houses featured in Dwell Magazine, five-star restaurants and chefs of said restaurants in New York and Paris, Apple executives that don’t recognize my unfailing dedication to Apple and as a result not giving me free iPods or prototype iPods that may never be sold to the general public, personal trainers of Oprah and Madonna, and personal chefs of Oprah and Madonna.
  • The inventor of fat
  • Donald Trump
  • Anyone that was ever on The Apprentice, except the guy that won the first season. He was cute.
  • Anyone that calls me “buddy”, “dude”, “guy”, “big guy”, “friend”, “bro”, or “brother” who I just met
  • Anyone who has ever turned me down for a date or not called me back when I was dating
  • Anyone that talks on a cell phone anywhere near me. Get this straight. It’s okay for me to talk to my friends at La Madeleine on my cell when I’m alone, bored, and bookless. It’s not okay for you. Because I said; that’s why.
  • Anyone that operates a keyboard or other piece of specialized equipment behind a high counter-top that tap-taps away without looking up to acknowledge that he or she heard me answer his or her question. This includes but is not limited to: rental car people, hotel front desk people, airline ticket people, and IHOP cashiers.
  • Macy’s salespeople if anyone can find one of them. I’ve heard they exist, but they’re very elusive.