when at a urinal I have to stand and spray my jet of pee across the porcelain to get all across it, like i was painting with a jetspray gun. if i miss a spot or run out of pee i feel oddly disappointed.
I too always pee on the urinal cake.
when im doing something completely physical ie playing sports, drumming, sex, my mind begins to vomit out odd bits of phrases and speech that I have recently heard. this could be lines from a movie, songs, something a friend said. i believe this is called “word salad” and is a common symptom of schizophrenia. cheers.
i have to sleep nude, starkers, with at least four pillows, a body pillow and since my apartment is a like an oven 365 no blanket. also, i cannot be touched while sleeping or else i will wake up psycho. i never use Snooze, have a bad habit of mixing up AM/PM on my alarm, and wake up before the first ring is finished.
i always make a game of exiting popups before they load but always fall pray to the bastards who force their windows over your main one so u exit your main one and are stuck with HOT TEEN SNATCH!!! that more and more seems to mazimize itself so the three size buttons are out of sight. i need to vent that.
the people who put underscores after every word in mp3 titles should be beaten with a mallet. i am uberanal when it comes to organizing my music on my comp–full band name, album, song number, title.
when i move to a new place i will open any mail, save government or banking stuff, that is adressed to the previous tenant
i doddle my name like i was signing an autograph when bored, especially in class when the prof is just wooden.
i know i am the first to admit this and it will take brass balls for others to say it, but i am fascinated by the smell of my own farts.
i will check to make sure my door’s locked at least three times before i step out, then will agonize for a few minutes knowing that i know its locked but still not %100 sure
i used to do graphic design and when i was in the zone with headphones on i would listen to the same song for hours. one night in school i listened to Tool’s 'Stinkfist" for seven hours staright.
I also have cds playing in my head at all times, and not only can i skip and replay but i also do remixes.
when something bugs me on tv i throw something at it or curse like a sailor. news inspires this alot.
when i crave something i will not stop obsessing over it until i get it, usually food. if i am broke, or unable to get it, i will lie there and think about it, writing odes, dreaming of all the times i had it.
apropos of this i am a masochist and watch the Food Network when hungry and broke.
if i am with one other person and we order pizza, and they get ham and pineapple, i get angry and feel that they have scorned me. h&p is not a rational topping choice and choosing it is a sign of selfishness and Darwinian struggle because no one else could possibly eat it so the getter knows he has it all to him/herself.
same with menthol cigarettes
after i recap a 2-litre bottle of pepsi you will need equipment from NASA to open it. flat pepsi is a sin in my home.
i never ever completely finish a cup of coffee, thats where all the sugar rests like sediment and drinking it is like having a mugfull of corn syrup. i am a heavy-sugar person.
butter/margarine is outlawed on any bread besides toast. mustard, preferably dijon, on any sandwhich with meat. even peanut butter must go solo.
i have to have at least two full trays of ice cubes at any given time. not refilling tray is grounds for breakup.
im sure more will come
