Silly Facts About Yourself

This is the New Sink! Stand up and admit!

-I like wearing earth tones.
-The fraying on my clothes and hats is authentic, not that trendy bullshit.
-I have never owned a cellphone. BOOYALL!!
-After my friend died, I dreamed that we spoke at a watercooler. Watercoolers are extremely uncharacteristic of my psyche, so that was very strange to me.

Fine. I'll leave you alone about the sink.

REPAINT YOUR WALL!

i have a younger sister that got me into the wonderpets.
i like the rain sometimes
i got to meet my great-great grandmother before she died at the age of 106
i have this deep fantasy about being ravaged by hot women with english and or australian accents
i always cry when i watch monsters inc.

Originally Posted by Toxicon You must be a mental hooker, because you just blew my mind.

This is one of my favorite poems:

Title: Call Me Crazy

My pen in hand
It's time to start
Searching for words
Nothing's at heart

How can they write
What do they feel
Oh well, I'll try
Try not to steal

I look around
I can't see clear
Time's running low
As it draws near

The lights go dim
I lost my pace
What - something's here
So out of place

I light a match
To try to see
A scary face!
Oh wait, just me

But what is this
The walls have gone
The sky's gone red
Beasts on the lawn

They run amuck
As people scream
I shield my eyes
From some bright gleam

I snap to wake
And sit up right
Pen still in hand
A wasted night

Was just a dream
What was that glow?
Was just a dream!
But I must know!

The men in white
Rap at my door
At the window
I hit the floor

They break it down
I try to run
Something hits me
Oh damn, stun-gun

I dream again
Beasts everywhere
It looks like war
Death here and there

I see a man
Who holds a knife
And next to him
His gutted wife

This is no dream
It's a nightmare
But if I wake
What will be there?

Open my eyes
A padded room
I'm going nuts
But this ain't doom

I stand up straight
Walk to the door
If I was scared
Not anymore

Writhe in my coat
How can this be?
I hear a click
And now I'm free

A man in red
He shakes my hand
He tells me
"There's one last stand"

What does he mean
But then he moves
I see his feet
No wait, they're hooves

His horns come through
And now I know
The man in red
Is from below

Once again
The walls come down
I find myself
Middle of town

And to think
I was to write
But now I'm here
Prepared to fight

Again that gleam
So close yet far
And then a sword
Stuck on a car

I pry it loose
And feel the weight
Beasts come near
What is this, bait?

I swing the sword
With sudden skill
The beasts fall down
A bloody thrill

And at my sides
I'm joined by kin
To rid the world
Of hellish sin

We take a stand
And march through town
We find what looks
Like Satan's crown

He comes through
The cracking earth
And lugs around
His evil girth

We charge at him
With swords in hand
Piercing his skin
In our last stand

As he falls
And our swords slack
He bellows out
"I will be back"

And so we're left
Each to his home
Ready to strike
Where he may roam

Rejoined with pen
Press down on paper
I sketch my sword
Its curving taper

-I find freckles extremely sexy.
-The greasy American excuse for Chinese food is my favorite food.
-I have this uncontrollable tendency to trace objects in the air with my finger, and exaggerate their curves and angles.

-I think this thread's turned into "hey, let's throw out all our attractions to other people and hope someone with one of them starts talking to us!". As such, I'm out of here.

but i was going to say how i find haircuts extremely secksy

Originally Posted by Toxicon You must be a mental hooker, because you just blew my mind.

- I don't have tourettes but I swear a lot
- I watch fish swim for ages
- I can do really long arm pit farts
- I have to drum on the desk or else I leave the room

I pop/crack my knuckles, elbows, jaw, neck, back, knees, ankles and toes,
I have a fear of zombies(not as much anymore)
I can make fart noises with my neck and hand(same way people do with armpits)
My left leg(since I fell) has been grossly misshapen and bloated
can shake eyes to look like they vibrate
have a schnit load of knives, including one that cut me wide enough for 8 stitches
broke my middle finger,
then a month later my thumb was broken without me realizing
doctor cut me with the device they use to remove the cast


Hey I have those same exact soap/razor holders, thought mine are switched, the razor one's on the right