Tuesday the 13th of January, 2009
Abby tagged me for this months ago, and Steelopus tagged me yesterday. Some days, I’m not very good at coming up with a framing device for the jokes I want to tell, and past posts indicate that I’m fully in support of memes, so here goes.
I have twenty-eight shark-like rows of razor sharp teeth. I say shark-like because I actually procured them from a bunch of seal cubs that (court records will show) trespassed on my property.
This is my third attempt at “fact number two”. I am trying for a balance of funny/truthful.
This is not one of the funny ones.
If I could spend the rest of my life writing jokes about superheroes, I would. But that word has been trademarked, so I’m fucked.
I suffer from PTSD, and once I woke from a flashback and could not remember who Abby was. Which I’m sure was really awesome for her.
Whoever she is.
I desperately need a haircut. Always. I like to think of my hair as a mushroom-shaped oddity that actively wages war against any kind of style. It is also stretchy, so I cannot wear it long.
In the past, my frustration has led me to shave it all off. Although this was before I came out, so I looked less “Sinead O’Connor” and more “militant Neo-Nazi”.
I have restless leg syndrome. But it doesn’t keep me up at night.
I’ve never voted. 2010 midterms are coming up, though.
Just saying, INS. Just saying.