Here are a few things you may or may not know about me.
I am cheesily, hopelessly and pussily a romantic. Heaven help you if you happen to watch Sleepless in Seattle with me, because I will either cry or let out "aww's" and sighs enough so that your head caves in. Now don't get me wrong, I know that this isn't a terribly uncommon female characteristic, but there are plenty of good ol' douchebags*--many of which are members of this site--who sneer at chick flicks, mock happy couples, spit on girlish fantasies, and march to the beat of their own black and crusty hearts. (*Note: I use the term "douchebags" meaning females who posses the aforementioned qualities, and I say it with love and admiration.)
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named Debbie. And I remember, although I don't know how it's possible, having two posters up in my room, one of George Michael and the other of the entire recording members of "We Are the World." All this maybe when I was between three and five; it was the 80s.
Super-easy way to piss me off #1: Interrupt me, then when you're finished, make zero effort to continue with what I was saying.
For five years, I took tap dancing classes. I remember the day I tried doing a cartwheel, after having quit being remotely active, in my living room one afternoon, only to freak out mid way, and nearly break every bone in my ass and a few in my spine, because I totally didn't remember how to do one.
I have full-fledged conversations aloud with myself when I'm alone.
I am misunderstood a lot. And I don't mean that in the FUCK UR SOCIETY!!!!1 kind of way. My actions have a tendency of coming across as slightly psycho, not unlike Bill Cosby. I mean well, and I usually put other people first when I do things. I just think I am attracted both platonically and romantically to those who don't accept things (or people) at face-value, so when Judy says "I want to go to the movies," for example, they hear "I want you to drop whatever it is you had planned before I said, 'I want to go to the movies,' and also, expect to pay for my ticket, and surrender your soul."
Super-easy way to piss me off #2: Let me catch you not put something back where you found it if we happen to be shopping together.
When I was in the sixth grade, I had said the word "butt." Subsequently, this girl I was sort-of friends with at the time, gave me that look that says You Just Have NO Fucking Clue, cocked an eyebrow, and told me that nobody uses that word anymore, because everyone says "ass" instead. Thus sixth grade was when I officially started talking shit. So it's like you could say I became a swearer through peer pressure, the way some kids pick up smoking.
I am cheesily, hopelessly and pussily a romantic. Heaven help you if you happen to watch Sleepless in Seattle with me, because I will either cry or let out "aww's" and sighs enough so that your head caves in. Now don't get me wrong, I know that this isn't a terribly uncommon female characteristic, but there are plenty of good ol' douchebags*--many of which are members of this site--who sneer at chick flicks, mock happy couples, spit on girlish fantasies, and march to the beat of their own black and crusty hearts. (*Note: I use the term "douchebags" meaning females who posses the aforementioned qualities, and I say it with love and admiration.)
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named Debbie. And I remember, although I don't know how it's possible, having two posters up in my room, one of George Michael and the other of the entire recording members of "We Are the World." All this maybe when I was between three and five; it was the 80s.
Super-easy way to piss me off #1: Interrupt me, then when you're finished, make zero effort to continue with what I was saying.
For five years, I took tap dancing classes. I remember the day I tried doing a cartwheel, after having quit being remotely active, in my living room one afternoon, only to freak out mid way, and nearly break every bone in my ass and a few in my spine, because I totally didn't remember how to do one.
I have full-fledged conversations aloud with myself when I'm alone.
I am misunderstood a lot. And I don't mean that in the FUCK UR SOCIETY!!!!1 kind of way. My actions have a tendency of coming across as slightly psycho, not unlike Bill Cosby. I mean well, and I usually put other people first when I do things. I just think I am attracted both platonically and romantically to those who don't accept things (or people) at face-value, so when Judy says "I want to go to the movies," for example, they hear "I want you to drop whatever it is you had planned before I said, 'I want to go to the movies,' and also, expect to pay for my ticket, and surrender your soul."
Super-easy way to piss me off #2: Let me catch you not put something back where you found it if we happen to be shopping together.
When I was in the sixth grade, I had said the word "butt." Subsequently, this girl I was sort-of friends with at the time, gave me that look that says You Just Have NO Fucking Clue, cocked an eyebrow, and told me that nobody uses that word anymore, because everyone says "ass" instead. Thus sixth grade was when I officially started talking shit. So it's like you could say I became a swearer through peer pressure, the way some kids pick up smoking.
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1# thing that pisses me off. Whiny rich people. Fuck them.
Talking to yourself when you're alone is fine. Talking to yourself when you're walking down the street is a worry.