macgyver

So to get more familiar with me I have OCD. What I have is very mild, and doesnt dramatically affect my life. You might never know I had it if you didnt pay close attention to some of the stupid things I do. For instance I ate at Chick-fil-A last week. It was at the mall, and they give all their food out in a bag. I went and sat down at a table in the food court, and was getting my food out while my buddy Gimpy was ordering Sushi. Upon emptying my bag, I decided to wait for Gimpy to get there before I started eating. He got to the table, and I looked down at my food and the box of fries and the box of nuggets were both sitting equally spaced from the two closest edges of the table, and the bag was folded up nice and neat, sitting spaced equally from the food items. My sprite was sitting so it had the same spacing as all the other stuff, but on a diagonal. I didnt realize I was doing this at the time (which isnt usually the case I usually am totally aware of doing this crap). Eh, its just weird. If I saw someone else doing stuff like that I would think they were very odd.

That story leads to this I was taking all the money out of my wallet, organizing it from largest to smallest bills, making them all face the same way, and fixing all the corners. This happens like once every 2-3 weeks. I have no idea why. I could be laying in bed and something would compel me to get out of bed and empty out my wallet, and put everything back all neat and tidy and what not. Anyway I was doing this today. I found a fortune cookie fortune in there. I had shoved it way in the back of my wallet the last time I ate Chinese (which was a few weeks ago on my work trip to California). Before I tell you what it said I have to give you some background information. Then you will get it.

I dont simply hate to drive (I do, but there is more to it than that). I realllllly hate to drive to places / in places that I am unfamiliar with. Little bit more info? The guy I hang out with most in life (Gimpy) has no car and no drivers license. Two weeks ago our work sent us on a last-minute trip to California for a week. Just the two of us. Guess who had to rent a car and drive our asses around? Ill give you a hint his name does not start with a G. So, here my crazy ass is driving all over Anaheim (and then some) and bitching about it the whole time. On our last night there, we went out to get the Chinese food that I mentioned above. Here is a photo of my fortune:

And not only are their fortunes missing the mark by far, the food sucked too.