About

Is it just me? The answer is usually a resounding yes. I will be the first to admit that I get up to some pretty weird hijinx. In fact, the very fact that I would use the word “hijinx” is proof right there of what kind of life I lead. Here’s the type of person I am:
*I’m the type of person who uses big, incomprehensible words and sometimes forgets what they mean. So then I use them incorrectly, but if you can’t insouciant my belligerent, then you can just hypoglycemia.
*I’m the type of person who will vocally tell the voices in my head to shut up and then look at you and go, “The same goes for you, Pal”.
*I'm the type of person who would start a fist fight over the veracity of Tommy Pickles' middle name on "Rugrats". Incidentally, it's Malcolm. What? YOU GONNA SAY IT'S NOT?! LET'S TAKE THIS OUTSIDE, PUNK! BRING IT.
*I'm the type of person who will sneak away from the field trip group at the zoo so I can personally say goodbye to the pandas... and then get a little choked up and blame it brusquely on the pollen. "It's just pollen, Dude. In my eye. I'm allergic now. Seriously, Man... It's like with Spiderman. I got bitten by a radioactive... pollen... spider... ninja... gremlin... Shut up."
*I’m the type of person who is just crazy enough to make a difference in the world... but NOT crazy enough to buy my imaginary friends a separate suite when I go on vacation (so they can have their privacy). They can just sleep on the floor (or couch, if available) and suck it up. Ahem. You know who you are, Admiral Reginald FancyPants Esquire the third.