I own 3 pairs of the same jeans and wear them exclusively
I have holes in my dress socks
I laugh easily, cry at commercials, and get very annoying when drunk
I’ve spent most of my life looking for the scratch to my itch; the cinnamon to my applesauce
As a result, I’ve experimented with various art forms, mostly with mediocre results
I consider Kubrick's, The Shining as the greatest horror film ever made and think no movie with
Jeff Bridges is a complete waste of time
I’ll see any film that takes place in space or snow
I think it's silly when adults use the term "private parts"
There’s never enough cheese for my nachos
I lick one side of the chip before eating the other
I think cell phones should neither ring or play ring tones...
My cell phone plays ring tones
I think babies should be banned from airplanes and movie theaters
Or at least be required to wear comfortable muzzles
and to be perfectly honest, I don't want to see your baby pictures
I think Christmas trees on the 26th are depressing
I have to sing the "ABC" song in order to find anything sorted alphabetically
I think doing shots makes you tired, loud, and angry
I'm way too sensitive. Can't change it. And that sucks. Most of the time
I'm kind of a know-it-all, even if I don't know it all
I get really nervous in crowds
I feel guilty the morning after most parties; wondering if a few apologies are in order?
I've got a lot of crazy but I've got a lot of love:
please remember that when I start to annoy you
I think out loud
I've found that writing emails to someone you're angry with really helps a lot (as long as you hit delete -- and not the send button)
I fuck up my life once every 3 years. Or so.
I have over 40,000 songs in my music player of the moment -- most of which I did not pay for
My music player on shuffle is like hearing a computer with a personality disorder
I like to debate...
I often irritate...
I swing words like a adderall gangsta and don't discriminate!
I listen to Magnet, Ryan Adams, and Beck's Sea Change when I'm sad, Chopin when I'm mad, IDM when I'm working, old Elton John
when I'm feeling nostalgic, My Morning Jacket when I'm lying in the sun, and Moulin Rouge when I think about marriage
I'm a better writer than a video editor and a better video editor than a painter
No -- I'm a better painter than a video editor and a better writer than a video editor
What I mean is, um, it's just been so damn confusing
At this point, I think I finally untangled the three.
I've always felt caught between worlds
I'd like to belong to a "people"
I'm the hairiest guy you'll ever know!
I'm starting to get grey chest hair
I have a very, very small wiener
I wear my underwear like a girdle when my stomach sticks out...
Like right now
My finger is often buried in my nose
I do that roll-up, flick thing when no one's around
I am a jack of many trades but a master of none
I tend to rattle people when they get too close or familiar
I can only be taken in small, infrequent doses
It's not you -- it's me. Really.
I can do anything I put my mind to (really? No! Yes! I mean, uh)
I haven't even started yet, and am starting to wonder when exactly I'll get around to that
I know what it takes to succeed in anything you put your mind to
but have not applied it to the one thing I really want to put my mind to
I'll beat anyone at Trivial Pursuits, Scene It! or Star Wars trivia
I don't like watching Jeopardy alone
I don't believe in god, heaven, hell, the soul, karma, ghosts, UFO's or of a possible comeback for Britney
Experience has taught me to be cautious around anyone who classifies themself as "religious" or "spiritual"
I think only the worst people ever get offended
I know George Lucas owes me money
My father and I have nothing good to say to each other
I'm interested in sex and enjoy masturbation
I like to play Scrabble when I'm drunk and talk shit when I'm sober
I'm one of those Mac cultists you keep hearing about
I think the hum of a computer fan is sexy
I crack a smile every time I turn my bike light on
Strangers think I'm smart
Friends know I'm dumb
I have a dog named Sprocket
And another dog named Ripley
The name Plastorm came from a dream I had while still in high school, featuring three green lizards carrying briefcases. It's been with me ever since.
I've sprinted through life...
but am now in training to be a long distance runner.
I have holes in my dress socks
I laugh easily, cry at commercials, and get very annoying when drunk
I’ve spent most of my life looking for the scratch to my itch; the cinnamon to my applesauce
As a result, I’ve experimented with various art forms, mostly with mediocre results
I consider Kubrick's, The Shining as the greatest horror film ever made and think no movie with
Jeff Bridges is a complete waste of time
I’ll see any film that takes place in space or snow
I think it's silly when adults use the term "private parts"
There’s never enough cheese for my nachos
I lick one side of the chip before eating the other
I think cell phones should neither ring or play ring tones...
My cell phone plays ring tones
I think babies should be banned from airplanes and movie theaters
Or at least be required to wear comfortable muzzles
and to be perfectly honest, I don't want to see your baby pictures
I think Christmas trees on the 26th are depressing
I have to sing the "ABC" song in order to find anything sorted alphabetically
I think doing shots makes you tired, loud, and angry
I'm way too sensitive. Can't change it. And that sucks. Most of the time
I'm kind of a know-it-all, even if I don't know it all
I get really nervous in crowds
I feel guilty the morning after most parties; wondering if a few apologies are in order?
I've got a lot of crazy but I've got a lot of love:
please remember that when I start to annoy you
I think out loud
I've found that writing emails to someone you're angry with really helps a lot (as long as you hit delete -- and not the send button)
I fuck up my life once every 3 years. Or so.
I have over 40,000 songs in my music player of the moment -- most of which I did not pay for
My music player on shuffle is like hearing a computer with a personality disorder
I like to debate...
I often irritate...
I swing words like a adderall gangsta and don't discriminate!
I listen to Magnet, Ryan Adams, and Beck's Sea Change when I'm sad, Chopin when I'm mad, IDM when I'm working, old Elton John
when I'm feeling nostalgic, My Morning Jacket when I'm lying in the sun, and Moulin Rouge when I think about marriage
I'm a better writer than a video editor and a better video editor than a painter
No -- I'm a better painter than a video editor and a better writer than a video editor
What I mean is, um, it's just been so damn confusing
At this point, I think I finally untangled the three.
I've always felt caught between worlds
I'd like to belong to a "people"
I'm the hairiest guy you'll ever know!
I'm starting to get grey chest hair
I have a very, very small wiener
I wear my underwear like a girdle when my stomach sticks out...
Like right now
My finger is often buried in my nose
I do that roll-up, flick thing when no one's around
I am a jack of many trades but a master of none
I tend to rattle people when they get too close or familiar
I can only be taken in small, infrequent doses
It's not you -- it's me. Really.
I can do anything I put my mind to (really? No! Yes! I mean, uh)
I haven't even started yet, and am starting to wonder when exactly I'll get around to that
I know what it takes to succeed in anything you put your mind to
but have not applied it to the one thing I really want to put my mind to
I'll beat anyone at Trivial Pursuits, Scene It! or Star Wars trivia
I don't like watching Jeopardy alone
I don't believe in god, heaven, hell, the soul, karma, ghosts, UFO's or of a possible comeback for Britney
Experience has taught me to be cautious around anyone who classifies themself as "religious" or "spiritual"
I think only the worst people ever get offended
I know George Lucas owes me money
My father and I have nothing good to say to each other
I'm interested in sex and enjoy masturbation
I like to play Scrabble when I'm drunk and talk shit when I'm sober
I'm one of those Mac cultists you keep hearing about
I think the hum of a computer fan is sexy
I crack a smile every time I turn my bike light on
Strangers think I'm smart
Friends know I'm dumb
I have a dog named Sprocket
And another dog named Ripley
The name Plastorm came from a dream I had while still in high school, featuring three green lizards carrying briefcases. It's been with me ever since.
I've sprinted through life...
but am now in training to be a long distance runner.