Some of my quirks

  • I always carry a journal, even though, to this day, it has nothing written in it except my name. A moleskine journal at that.
  • I always carry a pen for said journal, and even though I use the pen often, it never touches the journal it was bought for.
  • Whenever I kill a bug or spider, I internally cringe at the karmic forces created by the event. I know someday, somewhere, a big hand is going to come out of the sky and squish me in a wad of kleenex.
  • I got into computers to play video games, you sick corporate frakheads. Please don’t ask me why or how I got so good doing what I do. Please. I hate lying.
  • When I brush my teeth, I have to close my eyes. I don’t know why. Maybe some deep seated fear of getting toothpaste in my eye. Which, by the way, burns.
  • I feel naked when I don’t have a piece of technology (pda, ds, ipod) on me.
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