1. i am secretly a lot of things no one expects me to be.
2. i've recently developed this 'thing' for argyle and polka dots [though i adamantly believe the two should never be paired]. i cannot explain it. i have no idea where it came from.
3. i enjoy abbrev. words and phrases to the point where very few people can decipher what i am saying. when this is not possible, i just make words up.
4. the rumor is true. when i reach a certain point of drunkitude [see above], my texas drawl does resurface.
5. i am a terribly curious person. i want to know everything.
6. i will say i don't like or need surprises, but i actually do. a lot.
7. i narrate my life in my head. just like on tv. scrubs?
8. i have a strange obsession with orange and/or apple juice. if left unchaperoned with yours for any period of time, i will compulsively drink it all. but i will be terribly apologetic and even somewhat remorseful afterwards.
9. my interests are abstract and wide-ranging. don't try to figure out the correlation between them. there isn't one. they just...are.
10. i am a notoriously difficult person to shop for.
11. i tend to gravitate towards bands and artists who are more or less obscure so that when they gain notoriety i can say 'whatever. i liked them before they were famous...'
12. i like lists. and ending them arbitrarily.
13. modern and post modern art and art forms are a serious turn-on. "guys that'll get to date you are lucky. all they have to do is take you to a museum and i bet you'll put out. and, hell, all the museums in chicago have at least one free admission day..."
14. i have a filthy and caustically sarcastic sense of humor.
15. my lexicon is indeed scopious. somtimes obnoxiously so.
16. metaphysically speaking, i exist as a series of interrelated paradoxes and non-sequitors which add up to make perfect sense and no sense whatsoever at the same time.
17. i have been told that getting to know me is like peeling an onion. there are an infinite number of layers, and sometimes you'll cry.
18. i am a little crazy. just go with it.
Friday, March 02, 2007
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