it seems i have been tagged by fair Dzer to tell you 5 fucked up things about me.....normally i'd say go look at the rest of my posts and you'll probably find way more than five.....but, i'm hungover, i havent' slept yet, and my friend is still passed out in da bed....so bring on the boredom killer!
idiosyncratic moments, by elle:
1. i am probably one of the most blunt and upfront people you will ever meet.....but when it comes to talking about emotions and how i feel, i'm the most closed off person you will ever meet. go figure.
2a. nothing annoys me more than when people pick up their cell phone to just tell you "hey i'm busy, can i call you back?" why the fuck did you feel the need to pick it up and tell me that?! why the fuck couldn't you just let it ring, let it go to voicemail, and call me back when you had time? this rant is legit: i do not do this.
2b. i hate when people don't leave me a voicemail. at the same time, i never leave voicemails.
2c. irks the shit out of me when you are on the phone with someone, and they proceed to have conversations with the people around them....while you're still on the line with them. funny thing is....i'm guilty of this... hardcore style.
3. i'm a perfectionist.....this gets most weird when...if perchance...i am writing something by hand, no matter how far down i've gotten on the page..if i screw up anything, or my handwriting doesn't look the way i want it to..i will start all over again. this also includes when i write on both sides of the page....thus, if i screw up on the back, i'll rewrite the front and back as well.
4. nothing really grosses me out. i'm the insane person that can watch a kids eye balls get popped out of his eyesockets, his skin peeled off his head, and his orbital bones be sawed in half.....while eating dinner, and be just fine; however, i even hear someone vomit on tv..i get beyond nauseated, and feel like i'm going to spew....everywhere. ....even more odd? i'm fine with dog/cat puke...it's just human puke.
5. i always have a well stocked fridge of beer. i don't drink beer.
as for tagging...umm, you really feel the need to get your idiosyncratic on....go for it!
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just for clarification sake, you know how we do, that "last horrible" guy...yea..can we uhh..get a name?
I am conducting research which leads me to believe the high count of comments this blog receives during the week days, compared to the 3 comments thus far during a weekend...
we are all fucking hungover.
haha nice e. no. no names. got enough crap with naming names. blech.
amen bl. amen. care for a glass of wine?
Um, you might want to get #3 looked into. Severe OCD can become cripling over time.
I used to rewrite stuff all the time, especially letters and the like, and for some of the same reasons — not because of mistakes, but because I didn't like the way my handwriting looked. I'd often change pens, go to print vs. cursive or vice versa ...
and don't you dare hurl! Because if you blow chunks and I catch a whiff, I'm gonna toss my cookies. And if I snarf, odds are other people will start to spew, and it will become a regurgitation fest.
mmmmmmmmmmm..........beer.
i'm not ocd johnny...just a perfectionist...about my handwriting?!
*calls psychologist*
I found your blog, after you replied to my comment on Dust-Slaying Nano-Shurikens of Doom!'s blog. You know the post, the one where I said both people in the picture looked fourteen, and you replied your boobs weren't that big at fourteen, but you made up for it over time?
So, anywho, I'm not exactly sure what made me want to check out your blog after that comment, but I guess just some random whim made me click on you. Hmm...
I do like the blog! You've got yourself another reader, this one is getting bookmarked.
-Justin
i'm thinking it was her bodacious tata's reference that drew you here ...
... it didn't bring me here, but it's kept me coming back LOL
i've only posted my tata's twice!
and I live in perpetual hope of a third time ... ;)
I love i when someone calls me and doesn't leave a voicemail. I love it more when they keep calling and still don't leave a voicemail. If it's so effin' important, why call me to begin with?
Thanks for the link elle... I didn't know I was still a boy...hahaha
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